• August 15, 2017

    A Lesser Storm

    I tell myself I’m not in love since the butterflies died, and—in the distant dark— a lightning bug signals her way as she climbs up through the ...
  • August 12, 2017

    Without Jeremy, Ch 21: Sidekicks

    “I don’t see what the problem is; just write the stupid story.” So much for moral support from Chris. I turned my head to Steve. “What do you ...
  • August 8, 2017

    Slide And Dry

    The dried paint, long since atomized from cylindered source, once bled in brief runnels upon the steel, upon the brick and concrete, graffito to graff...
  • August 4, 2017

    Without Jeremy, Ch 20: Death Man Takes A...

    “Yeah, so. . .he’s a scientist.” “Haven’t we established that?” “Yeah, but, I just don’t know what to ...
  • August 1, 2017

    Creation

    A hurt that moves beyond crying or a love beyond touch, maybe a song beyond sound. But I can swallow it; I can feel the sound of your remnants of...