Satan Lives in Moab

Note: Thanks to the long defunct Provo band, “Trees” for the title and the also…

Next Time Let Me Do The Talking

I wrote this in 45 minutes aboard a train in China. This original…

Snow Days

February 13, 2014

There is so much snow in New York! And it's still falling in cotton clumps, bed…

W-A-T-H

For a six-year-old who can’t spell, there are few things as frightening as an English exam in a Singaporean primary school: a classroom silent…

I Know What I’ve Seen

Groom Lake, 1964

The Bridge

Fiction by Phil Benton

An audible sigh of relief escapes his lips as the nagging grip loosens its hold. A throbbing yet bearable ache provides a welcome alternative to the vice-like pressure in his head as well as every other part of his body. With each step, his…

How I lost my toothbrush

and gave up finding it in the end.

Strawberries and a field of orchids

A short story about choices

Office Life

A short story

I look across my open plan office floor. Not the kind of open plan office you see in…

In which I arrive, and promptly want to leave.

[an excerpt from a dream I had last night]