MicroFiction

 

Longer than a paragraph. Shorter than a novel.

 

Mouth Like Blood

Mouth Like Blood

If I gave him two tequila shots and went down on him he would start to tell me things. Slowly at first, but I knew how to tug on the sweater threads of his past. Extracting the storylines gently. The finest strands of silk pressed between my thumb and forefinger and...

Purchase

Purchase

She spent for acceleration, which left her forever high and historyless. The anxiety to save against the uncertainty of the future did not burden her. Value flowed effortlessly through the porous material of her better judgement. Everything got spent. Money, time,...

Glowing Window

Glowing Window

A belly full of wine and good friendship before this glowing window stopped me cold on my hushed walk home.

Lattes & Light

Lattes & Light

I’m usually inside my head with the deep “Whuh, Whuh” of my own breath and whatever uptempo house track is being pumped into my ears from my headphones as I run the curves of this Andy Goldsworthy Piece called “Wood Line”. But this morning I decided to take my new (to...

Fostered

She’d fostered an insidious talent. I’d watched her inject germs of doubt into so many beautiful confidences.

Hollow Bones

Hollow Bones

Hollow Bones I never hear you coming Passed the night between your sleepy eyes One more time we’ve told our precious stories And held out hands to hold our heads up high I dream of cancer washing over me Advancing color schemes Soft at dawn I feel that sunlight rising...