Category: Fiction

I am a stinking drunk, old, dissolute, grizzled, and unkempt — a writer. Like so many other decrepit desperadoes in…

WHAT LOVE IS While falling asleep on my belly with my face in the pillow, your hand casually rests on…

If someone had asked me how I would describe my life, I would answer with this.  My life is like…

The daughter was told that bad ears ran in her family. That’s why she was so close to her otolaryngologist…

It all started with one guy. I mean the rebellion. And he wasn’t even rebelling. But he was upset. Because…

In the morning before the argument he went walking. It had been one of those fine February days, when the…

            In the Et Life Spire, the largest building on the face of the planet,…

Here at the Department for Zombie Control we must confess to being mystified in regards to the recent zombie takeover…

He knew.  He knew it before he fell off the log.  The dream log, that is — the hollow log. …

The promise of February was the soft green below my feet.  Cool cement kissed my bottom, and hands fell through…