five sentence fiction #1

Blood stains in the shower and that metallic smell. My hands are shaking and under the iron, I can smell the ammonia of the bleach. My feet splat in a puddle of bright red blood… Continue reading


No sleep and too much of everything else. I can almost smell the fury, sizzling and cracking in the air like heat lightning.  I wonder what judgement will come rushing down.  We were… Continue reading

11:34 p.m.

It started raining in Georgia after the verdict was read. I wonder if it’s raining in Florida, too.  Is the structure stronger, or is it falling down?

11:26 pm

What is the thing that you say when there’s nothing else, when it’s over and done with, before the darkness comes? And after, is there loss?  I want to lay my head down… Continue reading


I sleep in the rain like little daisies unburying themselves, fresh with dirt and brand new air. I lay on my back, arms and legs flung out, sinking into the mud, pummeled with… Continue reading

flash fiction/Tuesday night

At the gym tonight, I found a homeless woman sleeping in the locker room. I forgot about the treadmill and sat watching her as she mouthed along with her troubled dreams. There was… Continue reading


I’ve made a lot of clumsy things.  My shelves and counters are lined with broken and deformed pottery, patted together, crumpled up ink stained pieces of paper, drips of brown paint. Not brown… Continue reading

instant era

I’m living, I’m sitting here, I’m sending this out right now, this moment, immediate, here. urgent words. Are you hearing me? Hello.

orange tree

You smell like oranges and hot skin.  You are withered and brown and old and helpless and innocent. Mewling at the breast of your bastard mother, a country that doesn’t love you.  You… Continue reading

almost over

This bag of cookies is watching me hatefully. It’s smashed and leaking crumbs and chocolate chips. It is a neon sign flashing the truth of my violence and irrationality. It proves your point. … Continue reading