Category Archives: Fiction

It’s not a thundering but a rhythmic stutter, a seizing beat, a rapidfire-horse-hooves-in-the-mud kind of pounding, like it could break through its bone cage, a strange clattering of opened-wing hopes and clutched-talon fears, a gasping, reaching, aching kind of pulse, … Continue reading →

starting, launchinginto the newness,and no one had ever realized that it wasonly the shell,only the framing,only the drywall studsof a story,I remember we fell down,in which we could benothing more thanthe began selves we already were.some time long ago,an oral … Continue reading →

Once, just once, you said something to me that burned, and I don’t imagine you remember it, but it cut into me the way an early, unwanted limb is cut from a tree, and leaves a shape in the bark … Continue reading →

When you bow your head,when the mountain looms before you, lofty or otherwise, when you see that perhapsthe best way forward is notthrough the snow, but backthrough the deep, just call out to thosewho should have helped youthe whole way … Continue reading →

Sometimes I feel it — the immediacy of the thing I need to say, a burning from the inside out, and I cannot remove my hand from the match, not even as I watch it burn down, not even as … Continue reading →