When I was little, like five or six, I watched my dad fight for money for the first time. It was our little secret. He’d come up to me, bloody-lipped, and remind me what it was I had to say. I’d go, “Secrets secrets are no fun. Secrets secrets hurt someone” and he’d slap me upside the head before buckling me up in the car. … Continue reading Secrets Secrets
A couple of my stories were just reprinted alongside the legend herself, Kathy Fish, in a new app called Flush Fiction. Check out this handy flash app on the App Store. An Android version is currently in the works. Continue reading Flush Fiction Love!
My flash story “A Fucking Riot” is now live in the latest issue of Crack the Spine! It’s the first story in the issue, so go check it out. Also, stories will be considered for their print issue based on reader feedback, so feel free to leave a comment too. Thanks! Continue reading Crack the Spine Love!
When it came time to come home, I was cold and hungry and tired and I had no idea yet that Drew was dead. Mom greeted me at the door, smile too put on, hug too tight. Dad even hugged me. Dad never hugged other males. I brought a bag of oranges with me, set them on the table. I knew how much Drew loved … Continue reading Oranges
I name the little person who screams inside my chest Amari. Maybe chest isn’t specific enough. Maybe heart is better. She stays quiet most of the time, only every speaking up when she knows that something’s wrong. I spend whole days trying to find what I will give her for dinner. She is very particular about the food she eats, especially for dinner. What I … Continue reading Amari in My Heart
It was in the way you told me that summer night that we’d find a way back to each other, one way or another. And how the postcards came in a full stream when you went on your great adventure, then steadied out, then went to a trickle, then stopped altogether. It was in the way I couldn’t find your address when you were living … Continue reading The Light of Your Eyes
To run into traffic on a sunny day, and to stand motionless as the cars come careening close, as they slam on their brakes and collide to avoid you. To break open a bottle of ink and to splash it over everything you own, leaving nothing out. To break into the house across the street and to sleep there. To get a gun and point … Continue reading Acc I Dent