Short Stories written in the Spring of 2015 ~ LOWER THAN THE TABLE as soon as he steps through the door he can smell it. it lingers in...

she tells me my eyes mirror the star people. we sing and a bat flies around us.

The following is a collaboration with a friend who sent me words and I responded with drawings to which they responded with words...etc....

I remember clearly; an ant crawling up a rocky pine, the hairs on its butt glowing golden in the sunlight.

Here : Why do I keep moving? – Because: sometimes I feel more comfortable in strangeness when it’s a strangeness that I have chosen. I’ve...

two little fish swim together. next to each other. pillars of weeds in the clear water. a tiny fish chases another lazily and then...