New Story in Hobart: Die Ag No Sis
I’ve got a story up in Hobart today! Creepy hamburger face man will be pleased if you give it a read. Advertisements Continue reading New Story in Hobart: Die Ag No Sis
Month: September 2015
Dad’s Weekend
When it was Dad’s weekend I’d find him at the end of the block with that week’s bike, usually pegged so I could hang on the back, or if I was lucky he’d be one-handing an old BMX next to him, my ride for the next three days till we had to dump it so the cops wouldn’t catch on. If Mom asked, he called … Continue reading Dad’s Weekend
Just Say Cheese
The best way to remember that trip is in Dad’s smile as the raindrops watered his phoenix hair. I say phoenix because after he quit chemo his hair was about the only thing rising from the ashes. Or maybe it’s the glow of the Sterno under Dad’s chin; the way the light caught his eyesockets like all those childhood flashlight stories about child murderers who … Continue reading Just Say Cheese
Jars of Stars
Nora likes to watch the way the ants crawl in and out of Henry’s bootprints in the mud out back, climbing out of each one like they’re the grandest of canyons. Henry isn’t Nora’s real daddy, but they pretend the way the ants pretend that the bootholes are something more than what they are. Nora sits on the back porch most nights, behind the screen, … Continue reading Jars of Stars
