Taco Bells I Have Known
March 1, 2020
I was stoned the summer after high school. We went to Taco Bell every day. I’d been in the system since junior high.
flash fiction
A Redwood or a Promise
March 1, 2020
We speak of this fantasy when he is not too groggy from the morphine. In these times of clarity, my love for him forms bone and muscle.
Saturday Morning
October 21, 2019
Later, the girls stand in front of the open refrigerator, slightly feral: slices of cheese torn from plastic, pickles from the jar, a swig of Hershey’s syrup, jelly scooped out with a finger.
The Pines
August 8, 2019
At that point, we expected locked doors, staff with keys, and intricate systems of levels and points that determined our value, our movements, our freedoms.
The Well Man
February 14, 2019
I couldn’t drop this in Sawyer’s lap. He couldn’t know there was any more trouble than driving into town when the well ran dry.
First, They Came for the Lipsticks
February 5, 2019
That summer, the brilliant bursts of muzzle flash replaced the on off, on off, on off of fireflies. With our fingers in our ears, it was beautiful in the dark.
I Never Killed a Fox
January 21, 2019
The boy held two fingers sideways, squinting toward the horizon. “Thirty minutes,” he silently mouthed to himself, dropping his hand.
Maybe it’s a Liquor Store That Sells Gas as an Afterthought
September 6, 2018
what’s your name
where are you going
do you need a ride
hop in
The House
August 23, 2018
Best of all, I held empty glass globes that could be coaxed into illumination, and they would shine with nocturnal luminance as though they were the effortless, miniature twins of the sun.
