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My stories

Black-Collar Worker

Hot evening in my pet rotting parkette: I notate as chubby bugs buzz through foliage above an impromptu bohemian jamboree like a dystopian Midsummer...


I may be too late. I shift in the cramped seat and my neck creaks. I’m cornered in the clear forehead of a bus clattering down the Autobahn. It’s...

The Best Billionaire

No one had believed Brad. But Brad was a man of his word. As soon as the controlling shares were transferred to his name, Brad flew to headquarters...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

Exhaling Stars

I exhale galaxies in my sleep. Behold my right hand: its fingers are light years apart, five pale towers clothed in gulls and clouds. On each...

Song of Discipline

You have to cultivate obsession. Read dirt and decode clouds. You must become detective of your own mind, and uncover the gruesome secrets that’ll...