The Spring 2017 issue of Goddard College’s peer-reviewed literary journal, The Pitkin Review, has arrived in the mail! My story, The Highway, is looking mighty sexy on page 9. Grab a copy: http://blogs.goddard.edu/pitkin
Category: flash fiction
forgetting you
I wrote this micro fiction piece today. Decided to play with an idea. ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ i twist. i forgot about you last night. left you standing on the roadside while i drove around looking for weed and pink satin heels. you told me you walked to the bus stop, barefoot. you left your…
the history of colors
I grew black wings today. I spread them wide and flew beyond Mars. I pushed my wings to flap through thick dark space around Jupiter and beyond. I then stopped to dance on the rings of Saturn. Before I knew it, Pluto became a tiny dot behind me, disappearing as I flew toward a cluster…
the highway
The dusty black tar receding behind Panga ran into the forlorn past. Far from the groping and needy future, the road ahead beckoned her to follow. She was worn from the sleepless drive. Morning became her night and the sun her night light. But a place to bed was more of a challenge than she’d…
the elec-trick company
This is the beginning of an idea I believe I can flesh out and do something interesting with. I was thinking about consumerism, commercialism, capitalism, usury, and the poor economic state of this country. I haven’t done any editing, so… The Elec-Trick Company The line was long. The people were fat. They each looked like…
the altar gods
This is a short story I’m still working on. It’s rough around the edges, but I like the idea of it. I started writing it a while back and decided to play with it a bit today. Tweak here. Tweak there. A few sentences still need rewriting and bit more development might be in order….
crazy story #1 (turning orange)
I could feel it happening. It was after midnight. My fingers were orange and my hair began turning orange. I had a wild urge to lay in the grass. I was turning into a pumpkin. I was flopping around on one lonely shoe. Glass. The other one came off when I was trying to swing…
alphabet gumbo story
Writing Prompt: Alphabet Soup Write down the letters of the ABC. For each one, choose a word that begins with that letter. Now, write a post about anything — using all the words you’ve selected. The morning came suddenly to the Alpha Quadrant. It was bright and the painted sky gave painless birth to brilliant pale yellow…
words in bits and bytes
It’s 2014. Attached to my old dusty hard drive is a note to whomever finds it when, possibly, my flesh is dust. Time moves forward, hurrying through a hundred, then two hundred years of peaks and valleys in human existence. The year is now 2214. A hunched back old woman ambled into an antique store…
waiting in the night
Everyone was thirsty, but no one wanted to walk down the long corridor toward the kitchen, not even Marie. The fridge was only a few terrifying feet away and inside was cool water that would easily quench their thirst. But it was a dark night. The blackout was disorienting and lasted far longer than anyone…
the girl in the outhouse
I was born on an oddly shaped island just below Cuba. Places like Kingston, Montego Bay and St. Ann are reminders of a colonized space that begs to forget its past. I couldn’t forget, but I didn’t want to remember either. I instead wanted to save memories of my uncle and our moments in the…
on the green beach chair
The music started. Emanating from the office were tunes meant to soothe the inner beast. I walked to the doorway. His back to me. Moving slightly to the beat, tunes dancing around the room like fireflies on a warm night. He moves. I walk in, notice the green beach chair. Again. It sinks to the…