Category Archives: Fiction

The reptile heads of Snakeman and his friends sit elevated three feet above couch cushions exuding hookah smoke. The light inside the open door is eerie: blood red mixed with yellow putrescence. Their venom boils. It smells like a strange stew being cooked in the kitchen at high heat for parties of twelve or more. [...]

The psychiatrist got writer’s cramp from signing his name on prescription pads by the box-load. He found he couldn’t use his golden ballpoint anymore. He suspected that he had an allergy to the metal; something about its weight or color. He resorted to cheap plastic pens which he bought in packs of ten at the [...]

Real estate developers bushwhacked through the overgrowth in the ancient Native American burial ground, hacking branches with machetes. The builders brought bulldozers in to dig up the earth and dump the bones of the dead into dump trucks to be carted away and disposed in landfills. The holes were cemented and filled with chlorinated water. [...]

A writer cannot have any compunctions about shedding chronological threads. He must do this compulsively; break strains of contiguity and consider time itself to be both the mentor and the enemy. Our minds are under assault by the day-to-day. Challenge and internal conflict are vestiges of the struggle to forsake belief and thenceforth to recall [...]