Non-Fiction
Summer of Soft Deaths
I used to eat Jenny’s fresh ground almond butter straight from the tub when she wasn’t home. Jenny was my boss. Last week on my front lawn, B. told me that last Halloween they were a Wright brother....
Epiphany VIII: To Journalists & Other Good People
Why do you use the euphemisms insurrection and riot and avoid the more informative (while equally accurate) term lynch mob? Can't you drop the mask and say what's what? There was not only a noose...
The Multiverse is Made of Construction Paper
Red pieces pepper from my son’s scissors, staining the white linoleum kitchen floor. Somewhere in the multiverse, the red isn’t paper. I imagine them as fish scales in this universe, autumn leaves...
Portrait: November 4, 2024
Just like old times, I’m pitter-pattering at the Johnson Learning Center at Middlesex College on a Monday afternoon. I’m heading for a small box of free pencils, so I can work on this print-out...
Shortly after I learned about God, I turned him into Cheerios
Shortly after I learned about God, I turned him into Cheerios and blasted him to death with piss. I must have been four or five. There was a box of Cheerios in the bathroom, and my parents had...