My mouth is dry unlike the weather – rain hammers onto my hood – flows off – there’s a waterfall in front of my face as I fast walk from where I’ve been. Angling my head to avoid the water brings brown strings of flesh scattered across the cement to my attention: worms, too many to count, all on their way like me.
The Pines of Rome was a ship with a body of oak though the crew in possession of her had no way of knowing that…
Listen to the song before reading “Help me…” I groaned; no one was around to care. I sat at a table outside the library, but with the way the story… Read more Closer →
Listen to the story’s song before reading My death was painless, quick, but the afterlife is a pop-up ad, inescapable. I think I remember looking one way but not the… Read more If I Ever Leave This World Alive →
Listen to the song before reading ‘Ya’ll have knocked her up.’ It was either the words that woke me up or the walls of my house shaking. Everything was dark,… Read more Maggotbrain →
Listen to the song before reading “You just can’t.” My dad said as I finished wrapping white tape around his gargantuan knuckles, “Not until you take a hit yourself.” I… Read more You Don’t Know How It Feels →
Listen to the song before reading There was a mean old lady that lived in the apartment downstairs. The farthest she would ever go from her home was her porch… Read more Slaughterhouse →
Listen to the song before reading Clanging came from far away, I was alone for the moment; I stretched my body, pushed out a yawn. “You know it being talked… Read more Swimming in the Flood →