Prose

We tie God to the devil to the moon, to the rain.

Siblings reanimate the past as a kettle boils in the kitchen of their family farmhouse.

Memories of the conflict that ensued when a young boys prim little grandmother decides to date again—and reveals a bit of her secret life in fascist Italy.

You have girded your loins in a most laughable way for this world.—Franz Kafka

A mans journey brings him to an island inhabited by fish-like dragon women who desire more than his figurative heart.

In the midst of repurposing an abandoned motel, a fledgling commune sacrifices its most innocent member to its cherished ideals.

This is what happens when determination, reality and fuck-it-all collide.

I was daydreaming when I was called down to the office for early dismissal. I ran there, excited about what Mom had up her sleeve.