The building where I live is ‘commercial only’ so I throw on torn shorts & a cut-off t-shirt on the way back from the communal shower. The shower has flies gathered in the corners, hair clumps on the floor, a note on the wall: “Clean your fucking hair!!!” & some nights I dream of steppingContinue reading “State of Things, or, Something Else”
You can find my piece, Aesopian Willowwacks, in the Summer 2013 Issue of Gambling The Aisle. Happy to be a part of such a beautiful collection. Check it out HERE.
If I shit on the train, oh my god, that might be the worst thing ever if I shit on the train, it will be so embarrassing, oh my god, If I, have I started to shit on the train? Right here in front of all these nice people who are looking at me becauseContinue reading “Shit On The Train”
To tell the story of the nice-guy is to tell a tale of unlost innocence. There is no complexity that circumstance can’t remedy. There is no effort to niceness; only a virgin world that blossoms on genetically mutated ideology, growing larger than generations past. Tomorrow, in Houston, a butcher will wake up to slaughter aContinue reading “Spontaneous Human Combustion”