Category Archives: Short/Micro/Flash Fiction

Sarah In The Morning

It was a cold, October morning at the Super 8 just off exit 337 and things were about to go, well, the way things tend to go. The detritus of a night gone wonderfully wrong lay about us: A crumpled … Continue reading

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Cat People

I’m generally a dog guy, but this gem from Tumblr is irresistible.   I                    

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The Polyphonic Spree: Lithium

So you come home for a visit and your mom is hovering at the door, tears ringing her red eyes, cheeks stained with mascara, and she’s crying, mumbling about someone from church seeing you on the interwebs and calling to … Continue reading

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Untouchable Me

From a dream I had…I’m with some cool government white-hat cats in this purple old Ford panel van, something out of The Waltons via American Graffitti with slick modern Goodyears and the lush power rumble of a primo big block … Continue reading

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Fiction Excerpt (Rough Draft in Progress: Olya’s Warhol Night

Try to ignore the issues with verb tense–these reflect unresolved narrative decisons in the longer form version and are not meant to imply that Olya exists on three different but simultaneous temporal planes, although now that I think on it…. … Continue reading

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An Hour From Boise (another excerpt from an abandoned story)

There’s this pit of the stomach feeling, I know you know it, when you blaze over the crest of a slope on the highway with the Pogues blaring Streams of Whiskey from a dozen speakers and that big block Chevy … Continue reading

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Henry’s Morning Visit

Hey, Babe. Two minutes after I talked to you there’s a knock on the door.  It’s not your pa, looking for Sophie’s bags, or the milk man, but Heather with Henry and his car seat in tow. It’s 7:42. Hey, I … Continue reading

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