Fiction: ‘Kanye’s Secret’

I met Kanye in a Buffalo coffee shop shortly after he started frequenting Wyoming.

Some Days it Really is Like This

Small things can still wonder. Gods don’t have that luxury. I don’t think it’d be all that fun to be a God.

Fiction: ‘Dispatch from the Great Castration’

So here I am, standing in front of another drab office building, waiting to die.

Fiction: ‘Happy Death on the Beach’

So he went down to the bar and got drunk. He hadn’t done that in a couple years, since the last time he stopped drinking, but it was one of those things where he had to have a drink right away.

Ghosts Without Faces

Reflections on fatherhood and family history.

Fiction: ‘Forever in Youth’

We spent a lot of our free time throwing rocks at cars. That’s just sort of what you did growing up in the sticks with not a lot of stuff to keep you entertained.

Movement is for the Living

I could wake up tomorrow, walk into my front yard and be attacked by a rabid bobcat.

Fiction Pick: ‘Yellow-Bellied Birds’

Ask anyone about Bill and the first thing they’ll mention is his white t-shirt. It’s the only shirt he ever wore.

Fiction Pick: ‘Bad Things in the Fog’

I snapped myself out of the daydream, yet again befuddled as to why I was considering Hemingway.

Fiction Pick: ‘Stuck in Arizona with the Low Hope Blues Again’

The dream is always the same. I’m stuck in Mesa and it’s the last place I want to be.