© 2020 by Matthew de Lacey Davidson
You know when it doesn’t feel right being somewhere? Like you were out of alignment with all the other bodies and carcasses. You had planned to…
Nous sommes taus la pègre…
for Pierre R.
Rolling thunderfollowed brightlightening flashes.
The time is April 2011.
“Don’t just sit there, experiencing the aging process without knowing what else…
Flash Fiction
Roy hadn’t seen Alcatraz since the night he escaped, almost sixty years ago…
your mouth in is my handsand mine is discovering itin warm sighs of shivering lips