His dad told him to face his fears, so Kenny stalks the bees that zoom around his backyard, waiting for them to land. There’s something lurking there, but it’s not his dad. He moved away […]
Rejection Letter: Lizzie Frank
Dear Subconscious, Thank you for your submissions over the years. However, your recent creations have become out of control. It is in your best interest to reign it back, or we may have to halt […]
Come and See This
He had to use the bathroom. Mom and Dad were in the backyard, so I let him in.
Melon Baller
He scoops out a little bit of my brain, and tastes it.
Smear The Queer
The rules were — or what happened was — that the ball was tossed up above the group of us boys and whoever grabbed it first ran like hell away from everyone else who chased […]
This Old House
This house doesn’t have roaches like our old house; But it’s a lot to deal with when he’s screaming At me (today) in a sealed up, hot garage that smells Like stale beer and left-over […]
Houston, TX, 2009
Not a word about the man in the crushed-purple-velvet suit, cheetah-print-rimmed fedora—pointing the way towards the post-game-show—with his zirconia topped cane.
NOBODY WANTS YOUR FUCKING COUCH
And yet upon graduating college you insist on leaving that lumpy brown heap on the sidewalk, a little going away gift to your neighbors who never once flattened your tires as payback for the red […]
Egg Whites
Mrs. Barrett kept her husband’s body in the garage refrigerator, but she didn’t kill him. His heart combusted in his rib cage during Sunday breakfast, popping his eyes out like egg whites. Wiping sugar-free orange […]
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