It’s raining outside. Droplets bead on my windows forming a scatter pattern that makes me think of insect swarm behavior. All the bees which used to bury me are dead, […]
He clicked the loopy arrow at the top of his screen to refresh the page again. Her half-open mouth, sheathed in deep red lipstick disappeared briefly. His eyes flicked to […]
The sad old demon sat in the corner of the elevator hunched over his knees, face in hands. Thick leathery skin, no longer the vibrant red of youth but purplish […]
I regarded my father from across the table – his moist, soft eyes deep-set among the folds of skin dripping from his high forehead. I had watched his eyes retreat […]
Waiting in line at Starbucks, gleaming rows of pastries beckoning behind the glass, Jarvis felt something loosening — and clamped his fists against the terror.
Her face was concave, like it had been mashed in by the butt-end of a fork and people never used to smile at her until she got fake tits.
THESE gleeful emotions, sonorous and profound: words words words trippingly tapping my tongue, Lolita — Alone in my apartment forever, full and empty now no words to punish, nor doubt […]
He sits with cigarette smoke and a chill in the air outdoors the graying city, watching her guests take pictures they will use to tell a story about themselves to […]
Wandering Tompkins Square is the start of another day – the smell of urine clean and sharp in the morning, a brisk accompaniment to the slowly-waking pace of life around […]
A brief little essay on how nine months of improv training has changed my approach to writing.