BULL Men's Fiction, August 2022
From over the wall of my cubicle, I hear my boss say to Jerry that from now on all of the duties and responsibilities of a supervisor are his, congratulations. Wow, I think. Jerry? Really? The guy who eats from the seven-layer dip in the break room with his hands?
New World Writing, August 2020
1998. It’s August. There’s hardly anyone on the beach. The morning sky hangs low in an overcast, creating coins of light flipping on the ocean’s surface...
Remain Open to it, Without Naming it
Joyland Magazine, July 2019
Excitable Matèo Joseph, security guard, would be the first to enter the ninth-floor elevator of St. Peter’s Hospital after having spent an hour hiding in the breakroom of the Pediatrics department...
Philosophical Idiot, February 2019
Born into this world of terror and flame, of a hot spiritual cleaning—is this not how to start over?Burn away your materials, the objects of meaning tying you down to your past?
The Boy with a Void
Soft Cartel, November 2018
Monty was born with something missing. The doctors saw it in an x-ray when he was four. What showed on the scan was a small void, next to the heart, that gave his mother an explanation for his weird behavior...
Across the Margin, April 2018
It was the beginning of what the Farmer’s Almanac was calling a “dry summer.” When I read that on a rainy February afternoon in Raven’s Coffee Shop, I couldn’t really comprehend its meaning...
Weight of the Clouds
Schuylkill Valley Journal Online, July 2021
On the morning of the day she promised to make the five o’clock news, she watches her boy lie in the grass from the window above the kitchen sink...
THIS SIDE OF PARADISE: A LETTER FROM F. SCOTT FITZGERALD, QUARANTINED IN THE SOUTH OF FRANCE
McSweeney's Internet Tendency, March 2020
It was a limpid dreary day, hung as in a basket from a single dull star. I thank you for your letter...
The Flaming Hawk
Barrelhouse, December 2018
On la noché de las velitas, the night of the candles, my family was setting up a vigil for my dead brother in the shape of a hawk, his favorite bird...
Rules for Escaping
Maudlin House, October 2018
The man awakes in a room of his own design. He stretches across the green ripped up couch, looks around. In front of the couch are two leather desk chairs with a safe between them...
Field Notes from the Mud
Bridge Eight Press, May 2021
The woke me in the night by grinding their teeth next to my ears. Their thin torsos stretched onto the walls and ceiling in black silhouettes as if they were dancing around a flame in a cave...
X-R-A-Y, November 2019
Someone who was once very famous, but not so much anymore, said, “Every whole person has ambitions, initiatives, goals,” about a boy who was very particular and wanted to press his lips to every square inch of his own body...
Three Times I've Seen My Dad Cry
Hobart, June 2019
On a sunny afternoon in May 2006, I had skipped baseball practice to try psychedelic mushrooms for the first time; but when I got home to pick up the mushrooms from the basement refrigerator, I found my dad violently sobbing at the kitchen table...
Furtive Dalliance, Winter Issue 2018
Outside Anne's Tavern, Foster meanders through the parking lot, fumbling for the key for his sedan while struggling to hang on to the doggy bag of the chicken marsala dish his Craigslist date had barely touched before taking off...