Justin DobbsNew Fiction: “Hatchling”Bill was on the lawn and he had on a sort of pants, a sweater, boots and no hat. His tawny hair was long and only slightly astrew. And in…Jul 26, 2021Jul 26, 2021
Justin DobbsHe was naturally not her.This time I see him outside. I see him through the window. But the window is open. But I do not close it. So I see him then through the…Jan 30, 2021Jan 30, 2021
Justin DobbsOne is left in the morning red the cup is red is left.Up ahead she stood and faced away from me. Her arms were in motion her arms were still. More than once I had felt her hands. Once I felt…Jan 11, 2021Jan 11, 2021
Justin DobbsOne had red. Another had blue. Both had black.Both had bottles. This one drank. Another half drunk. These were bottles. These were those.Oct 12, 2020Oct 12, 2020
Justin DobbsIn one hand he held the hand.He held the hand of Wanda and soft her hand was very soft and very strong and gripping him tightly but with no pain no pain at all her hair…Aug 25, 2020Aug 25, 2020
Justin DobbsOnly Fran only Fran could hear the sound.The pancakes were soon cooked, the mix had all been used up, the milk too, and they settled into their chairs around the table, or rather…Jul 27, 2020Jul 27, 2020
Justin DobbsThere were those whose houses — rose houses — never fellShe opened the door to no one — she was alwaysJul 23, 2020Jul 23, 2020
Justin DobbsinExperimental FictionPlaces to EatThose who ate a fish are eating a fish. Those that eat the fish are also eating a mango. These were those whose cutlery was sharp whose…Jul 22, 2020Jul 22, 2020