Fiction

  Author's note: I really feel as though ...what I can contribute is exploration of themes related to mental illnesses.such as what is mental illness in...

    Pedestrian incubus; deformed cardboard faces and a Polish girl chatting with two thuggish drug dealers as rain pisses down on dizzying faces with handfuls...

  * The stars align like a map resulting in a fortuitous collision between aspiration and opportunity on a diverse cultural highway including dinosaurs. *   “He's a smooth...

      Early morning.  Crisp autumn of the schoolyard.  Beginning of the school day.  Donna’s father crouches.  Squatting he points.  To guide Donna.  Long high wall. ...

    The falling bull’s snout dishevelled sand, the crowd’s groaning slithering around the arena as that snout slithered through sand. "Puppies are more vicious than this...

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      I’m tired—this night of restless dreams.  I’d pray to the God of Sleep to give me peace, but what if I summoned up Death...

    The ants on the sperm in the morning waste paper basket crawl over the letters of print and throw the meanings of some words...

    She hugged her eight-year-old son Pedro goodbye, giving him his lunchbox. “No enchilada?”, Pedro asked. She shook her head. He loved enchiladas, and she wanted to...

      “I can’t. “  “Why not?” “I just can’t.“ “You don't have an excuse this time.”  “I do.” “And what kind of made-up story might that be today?”  “I …” “No, no,...