Fiction

The fire started in the north and tracked down through the dry desert succulents. Inside the crumbling adobe church, the ...

This man is our home. We tickle his lungs with our wings. The sun always leads us back to him ...

When I see his face, I know I’m in trouble. Incandescent smile, with almost too many teeth. Wide-set eyes downturned ...

Lunch in the home multiverse where Jenny and I are sitting around thinking what we'll do after we finish eating.  ...

Natalie I wake up abruptly to the sound of someone hammering at the metal door of the RV. Neil continues ...

I live at the center of broken things.  I live in the middle of a junkyard in a house full ...