Last Thursday

When Cara woke that Thursday morning, the world was silent. It was a warm silence, like being in a cocoon, although that cocoon was…

15 Stories in As Many Words but No Particular Order, Except Titles Always Come First

The Cave-In

For want of reason or omnipotence

This morning I cry,

april 25th.

you brush my hair behind my ear

and for a minute breathing feels easier.

Winter Blooming

Oh baby bird, fallen so far from your tree. Exposed, helpless, unable to fly. On the ground the only thing left for you is death. How did you fall, little bird? What cruelties are woven into the nest? Sharp twigs hide under soft down. A cuckoo waiting. You were pushed, little bird. By someone who…

Rocket Town, California

Mad Mike Hughes launches himself in the air just to prove the Earth flat. No countdown, no safety measures, just a self-made rocket attached to a mobile home. He takes off so suddenly even the children steps away don’t have time to see him go. Neon green and white shoot up to 350…

On My Coming Death

Inspired by John Keats’ “When I Have Fears That I May Cease to Be”

When I have fears that I may cease to be–

strange ghostly pests which eat

at me but never fill