I saw footage of a girl sitting atop a cliff overlooking the ocean, knees hugged to her, her hair and the seagrass blowing inland together. The sea was being the sea, slamming itself against the rocks below her, its sprays like hands with misted fingertips….
In August of 2018 I wrote a piece for a book called “The Meaning of Life.” On January 29, 2020 the book was published by Jules Smith, just one day before the first US case of coronavirus was confirmed and ten days before the World Health Organization declared a global health emergency…
This is the movie scene in which you saw the monster lying dead, and in the seconds it took you to look away and turn around, there it is coming at you with a knife. Miss A is back. Even if only for a spot of tea with Jules Smith…
“Kill them all!” he commanded me. And when I would not, the gory remnants of him sharpened and clawed after my vital force like a fiend, to imbibe it as a means to seize control of his body again.
PORT OF HAIFA The day broke with a savage pounding in my head. I fumbled for the switch on the wall above my bunk and flicked on the light. Squinting […]
I watched the preacher kill in the dull yellow light of an alley. A young girl, it was, in her teens, looked like. I got there too late. I watched […]
I knew those boys were up to no good thing when they put a great steel gate up across the old logging road. But I didn’t know what surprise their […]
“I found myself on the other side of the door and at the top of a precipice. Now I find myself at the beginning of the story. The destruction is […]
This is Part 4 of 4 of “Sacred Threads and Marigolds” broken down into four pieces for #FridayFlash participation. Read the story in one go, here.
This is Part 3 of 4 of “Sacred Threads and Marigolds” broken down into four pieces for #FridayFlash participation. Read the story in one go, here.
He didn’t look like much, leathery and shrunken, one suspender keeping his oilskin pants up. But he was half predator, half fish, as old as the ocean, and as fierce.
This is Part 2 of 4 of “Sacred Threads and Marigolds” broken down into four pieces for #FridayFlash participation. Read the story in one go, here.
This is Part 1 of 4 of “Sacred Threads and Marigolds” broken down into four pieces for #FridayFlash participation. Read the story in one go, here.
No sooner than the man had downed his shot, the front door blasted open and the patrons sprang back in their seats as six, black-masked marauders rushed in. Their capes fluttering back behind them made them look like crows landing in a corn field.
The Essence of a Thing 