I’m more than excited to have my story Take Me Apart published in the first issue of Bad Pony. This lit mag is edited by Emily Corwin and J.D. Thornton. I’m grateful to them for giving my tale a slick home.
You can read my story here
Tag: relationships
The Cleaners
Pleased to have my story The Cleaners published by Flash Fiction Magazine. The site has new ownership and they’re doing some wonderful things with the journal. Check them out. Read and/or submit.
You can read my story here
Kiss My Paralysis
Motion is health
Legs pump like a heart
Arms stab sun and vapor
Bones collide on boulevards
Smiles taunt in cafés
Eyes fuck on dance floors
Urges twist on linen
Happy caresses happy
Insurrection births remedy
Your vitality in my hands
My affliction in your mouth
Us loosed from dominion
Us writing the law
Veins gulping touch
Skin choking restraint
Bodies like charred pearls
Royal Hush
photo by Matthew Fern
Weight for me. That’s what her note said. With a face as delicate and edible as spun sugar and a body as luscious as a wedge of cheesecake, improper spelling wasn’t exactly a deal-breaker. She fled six days ago. I’m still weighting.
My neighbor, Mitch, shuffles the deck. Poker night at the melancholy casino. His wife bolted two months prior and her departure is etched on his cracked face.
“She’s in the wind, man. A paper ghost. Let her go.”
He was right.
“Just deal the cards.”
He flicks his wrist. Queen of hearts.
A regal gun.
A red sniper.
We bust-out laughing, our neurotic cackle heavy with loss.
My entry in the latest Micro Bookends competition. Your story had to inspired by the photo above with a word count between 90 – 110. First word had to be Weight and the last word Loss. My story received an Honorable Mention this week.
Comment from David Borrowdale, the judge this week as well as the host of this lovely contest: “It starts with a fantastic title and gets better from there. “Weight for me” is a sneaky, yet original, use of the opening bookend, and completely believable from the woman described brilliantly as having “a face as delicate and edible as spun sugar and a body as luscious as a wedge of cheesecake”. The “melancholy casino” sounds like a grim place, but even there you can find humour.”
Wisp of Smoke 