Glossier Cheek Tint
When I can’t sleep, I walk aimlessly from room to room and wonder how it is that my plants have not yet died.
Fiction
Original short stories
Entries or (Emotional Accounting in Late Capitalism)
Truth is, some days I live merely to hit send. I understand the desire to press a button and get instantaneous results. Is this how bombs get dropped?
Love Letter to a Shiny Thing
Sometimes at night I spend an hour or more rereading my text conversations with Sarah. I especially can't stop rereading the things I've said, amusing and pithy and clever things that I would never have said except to Sarah and because of Sarah.
The Rabbit in the Moon
How many friends do you have, Inez, and who are they?
Farewell, Afición
I am not sure I believe in afición. It’s a fine idea, but who has the energy for true excellence?
The Famous Mountain Retreat of Nelson Gamely
This cabin is your answer to everything.
At the Horizon
You hoist the flag and the osprey screams.
Curs
“Why do you have a dog that will bite me?”
#broken
In his mind's eye, the journalist sees the princess screaming for help.
The Fatalists
Their duty, as they see it, is not only to serve and protect, but also to reveal the hidden vicissitudes of destiny.