(Published at The Writers Club) Blank stares trapped in the rearview mirrors, she’d say.She’d explain away what people saidbehind closed doors with my name on their tongues.The… Read more “Black Friday Gift”
Gasoline Over Coffee
I’ve seen some things, things about Alisha that I can’t unsee. My eyes gaslight my memories, setting ablaze the simple fact that, although I tried, I’ll never… Read more “Gasoline Over Coffee”
Buried Secrets
“I’m kind of iffy on this whole thing. I mean, I’d die of laughter if someone told me they did what we’re doing. I’d think they’re fucking… Read more “Buried Secrets”
Stalking November
(Published at The Writers Club) A reckless summer, in caseyou don’t recall,drew to its conclusion,traveling the windy roadover a torn, beaten path.The house we sharedis home to… Read more “Stalking November”
Holiday Date
It was two days until Christmas, and Ben didn’t have a date to entertain his mother’s view of happiness for him. Ben felt love had passed by… Read more “Holiday Date”
Cabin Lust
(Published at The Writers Club) At a cabin, we engage in softconversation with pithy introductions.Our tongues roam as travelerswithout warning signs,leaving no crease untouched;we lie over crimson… Read more “Cabin Lust”
Closet Stalker
(Published at The Writers Club) A pounding at the doorseized my chest and me upright.I tumbled out of bed,wiping a sleepless night frommy eyes. I flipped the… Read more “Closet Stalker”
Sweeping Dreams
Sample: It was eight o’clock, and the dappled sun shone through the trees, creating mysterious shadows through the blinds. I was exhausted and curled with a fleece… Read more “Sweeping Dreams”
Belated Engagement (Published at The Writers Club)
(Published at The Writers Club) Esoteric expressionsslip through her red lips,stripping wrist stitches,bruising downcast scars,opening decisive nervesto her cracked spine,shattered with the desiresof the flesh, broken inside.The… Read more “Belated Engagement (Published at The Writers Club)”
Running from Love
(Published on The Writers Club) A delicate strokeof an old nude paintingrests between her lipswith a kiss wakes hernot in the glimmer of affection.Her phone is breaking… Read more “Running from Love”
Tasting Autumn’s Hips
(Posted to The Writers Club) A cliche death grip rips my shirtin the back seat of a car,theft of a heart isn’t a crimein her mind,with an… Read more “Tasting Autumn’s Hips”
Rebound Fail
(Posted to The Writers Club) Writhing on your knees, wasting space on memories, searching for him in me someone I can’t be on an autumn afternoon through… Read more “Rebound Fail”
My Weakness
(Posted on The Writers Club) My strength escaped when our eyes locked;not knowing the combination to peel away,I swallowed hard and gave a nervous smile.I used to… Read more “My Weakness”
Lovely Relapse
(Published on The Writers Club) If nothing matters,why do you meaneverything to me?I’ve been cleanof love for the betterpart of my life,but with you, I get high;I’m… Read more “Lovely Relapse”
Life in Love
(Published on The Writer’s Club) I naively embraced our memories in technicolor.I should have listened to my friends.I blinked the red flags to the trash bin full… Read more “Life in Love”
A Lonely Place to Sleep
(Posted on The Writers Club) She’s tossing and turning in sheets in a home we own;the silence drags violence along defensive wallsframed with insecurity.The portrait we paint… Read more “A Lonely Place to Sleep”
Check Engine Light
(Posted at The Writers Club) I killed the headlights in my mind,ran through every red light,following the curve to a decisionI made it between thick fogand condensation,blurring… Read more “Check Engine Light”
Nightfall Truce (Published on Spillwords Press!)
As the night draws to a conclusion,this war between us explodes withlandmines, tripping overwires of insecurity,cutting through the tensionof our invention.After consuming red wine,distraught tears flow througha… Read more “Nightfall Truce (Published on Spillwords Press!)”
Happiness is Seeing You
(Published on Spillwords) In a bar, I sat over vodka. I’d pick up women through lonely eyes, promising long conversations and drinks for which I’d pay. It… Read more “Happiness is Seeing You”
The Unemployed Catch
I sat over a cigarette and a local newspaper at the kitchen table. I was going over the classifieds. I shifted my notepad and glasses and reached… Read more “The Unemployed Catch”
Sinning in Jeans
I sat in the library over cold coffee and opened books, going over notes for a twelfth-grade biology quiz. I wanted to prove to Mom that I… Read more “Sinning in Jeans”
Righteous Murder
The Rainer Cemetery ash trees had shed their leaves, crunching golden-brown beneath the feet of the funeral attendees. The brisk September breeze hung over Leah’s father’s closed,… Read more “Righteous Murder”
Evicted on Christmas
A forecasted snow-bearing Christmas was three days away. The sun was climbing out of the deep well of winter, but it was still brutally cold. The living… Read more “Evicted on Christmas”
Autumn Gazebo
Guys like me don’t usually do things like this, but I’ve been up since three o’clock, sitting here in the dark, waiting for the brisk October sun… Read more “Autumn Gazebo”
A Robbery On Christmas
It’s Christmas time again. Jodie, who lost her teaching job after budget cuts, is on a mission to buy her kids’ gifts by any means necessary. So… Read more “A Robbery On Christmas “
Who Killed Hannah?
I so have to figure out who killed, no, who murdered Hannah and why, Francis thought, staring eye-level into a half-empty wineglass as though it were her… Read more “Who Killed Hannah?”
Buried Alive
Shannon hated her mother. I didn’t care for the woman either, but I had no reason to see her dead, at least not at first. But Shannon,… Read more “Buried Alive”
Mindy’s Secret
Mindy’s father hated me, especially when he found out we were more than friends. I couldn’t help that I fell in love with his daughter, and she… Read more “Mindy’s Secret”
The Uber Date
Where is she? I glanced at my watch. She should be here by now. I folded my arms across my chest. It’s too cold to be waiting for… Read more “The Uber Date”
Sarah’s Choice: I’m Not Good Enough
I’d been with Sarah for five years, and she was getting anxious, anxious for me to pop the question or move on with her life. And rightly… Read more “Sarah’s Choice: I’m Not Good Enough”
The Weekend Affair
Dan is going through a mid-life crisis, wondering what happened to his relationship with his wife (Tara), and how she hardly notices him anymore. After Tara found… Read more “The Weekend Affair”
Love at a Cemetery
It was the bone-chilling Northwest winter of 1994 when I stood with my shaky hands folded before Granddad’s grave. I stared at his name with a million… Read more “Love at a Cemetery”
The Dating App
My editor liked this short story. Ben and Angie had been friends since they can remember. They told each other everything. Ben would marry Angie, but there’s… Read more “The Dating App”
Caught in the Act
It was the bone-chilling Seattle winter of 1994 when “Breakdown” by Mariah Carey played on Mary’s radio. Outside was a winter wonderland with five inches of snow… Read more “Caught in the Act”
The Angelic Cheater
As I closed the door behind me, the scent of her naked body and cologne, someone else’s cologne, didn’t escape my attention. I raked my fingers through… Read more “The Angelic Cheater”
The Stalker
It was the winter of 1995, and Christmas was three weeks away. I was out with a couple of friends at Mojo’s sports bar. We’d meet… Read more “The Stalker”
Sammy
Becca’s eyes were cold and lifeless as she stared at me. We stood in a crowded hallway, but our eyes locked and all I heard was the… Read more “Sammy”
Dead Body
Anna and Becca, on a road trip through West Virginia, stop for gas, meeting a stereotypical country, hillbilly, who saw too much. Anna physically threatens the clerk… Read more “Dead Body”
Wine From A Dusty Box
Hannah, an arrogant, beautiful high school student, wants to spend the night with Ben (her boyfriend). Ben is an insecure classmate. She lives on the wealthy side… Read more “Wine From A Dusty Box”
I’m Gay, Dad: Anything For Jessica
Mark lives a sheltered life. As the son of a pastor, kids make assumptions about how he can’t watch movies or listen to music. What his friends… Read more “I’m Gay, Dad: Anything For Jessica”
Stumbling Over Love
I said no to drugs,but I’m drunk offher kiss.My thin lips joinedwith her sumptuous smile.I stumbled over my dialectsticking my tongue between herwords with an awkwardgulp.Amused, she… Read more “Stumbling Over Love”
Casket Closed
The news today,it was bleak, dark,and it shattered fatewith a climactic catalystof desolation.I can breathe her life,but heaven took her last breath.At her funeral, my watery eyesmisconstrued… Read more “Casket Closed”
Home For Christmas
“On your own again,” she said.“Pack your shit and hit the road.Go where time travels slowlyand the wildfires of hell refinewhat’s left of your soul.”She told me… Read more “Home For Christmas”
Unbearable Humor
I planned this all along.No, really, I did, she said.I found no humor in the November weather,but her eyes stirred warmth in my soul.With a slash of… Read more “Unbearable Humor”
You Called?
I hope you’re not offendedthat I call you so often.Rarely do they,but second chances happen.Heaven shed acid sprinkles,making splashesin a crystal lake of broken dreams.What voices whisperthrough… Read more “You Called?”
Love Makes Sense
Mom told me that loveonly sometimes makes sensewhen illustrated with an enigmatic grinand tears that touch your chin.Love, it doesn’t have to carryany weight by way of… Read more “Love Makes Sense”
Over Three Months
Our breath poses as fog.We chat about the lovewe’ll bemoan we hadin a couple of months.Three months minusfights over Christmasno more, no less.Give it three months,and we’ll… Read more “Over Three Months”
Pain In Reflection
Doctors have little,by way of healing,left to offer me.Medications releasedopamine, forminga joyless smile,so I drink warm coffee.Terrified she’ll packand leave to return never.Take the onusone last momentfar… Read more “Pain In Reflection”
I’m Ready
Let’s say, for instance,that I didn’t love youthat I hadn’t called youthis time last November.We’ve torn this homeasunder, casting eye rollswith an eerie silence.We’re everything we loveabout… Read more “I’m Ready”
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