Fiction

et cetera

Recent Writing

Monstrum

And he could not, then, blame himself too much at redressing some of that grievance now. A little balance in the world, please.

Lata

Fiction, Olenthe, Short Story

It was the only teaching he thought he understood. The others (admit it, admit it!) had escaped him entirely. Furenthe was what he would always be. Apprentice. Lata the Furenthe. Furenthe Imagemaker.

Wedding Poem

Fiction, Verse

(with no apologies to lyn lifshin, once our country’s most published poet)

Answering Machine

Fiction, Verse

I tell her that the machine hates her.
And with all sobriety she says, I know it does.

`And so he lowered himself down. What more can I tell you at this point? Do you wonder what he touched there? Do you wish me to describe the bottom of his well? Do you anger that I have kept you waiting so long to know? Seekers of ends are fools. ‘