Pricking of My Thumb
If it moves, fire on it.
Falling Apart
You sell the little finger on your left hand first. This is not the prudent way to do things. You should sell the whole hand, but you are not trying to be prudent.
Just Us
Happy Holidays from The Dread Machine.
Betobeto Teketeke
I’m going to tell you a story, but on one condition: it must be read out loud.
Digital Ghouls
Ciphers flicker and spin like firemoths in the lambent glow // Bending and twisting in cyclone contortions // Trembling at the touch of my haptic caress
House—Unpainted
A house down the street catches my attention. It sits half painted, the other half peeling white, with a quarter of the driveway paved. The cracks are still visible. A shadow passes by one window in the upper level. It looks like my daughter. I know it can’t be. I left her shadow inside the new house.
A Holiday Romance
An alluring insect seduces an unhappily married man on a second honeymoon with his equally unhappy wife.
Departed
You float through our house to the sky // black with your skeleton storms.
Daily Gratitudes
What if we all just took a few minutes of every day to be grateful?
Like an Itch You Scratch
The playground’s got this tunnel we figured we could hotbox. This was right at the start of everything, so it was shut down, caution taped, and Jen figured we might as well use it if no one else was gonna.