Fiction: “Now Walt”

It’s terrible, Walt thought, the way humans chew up the world wherever they go. Gnashing through the Earth like one big chomping mouth.

Fiction: ‘Familiar Burdens’

And all of a sudden my dead grandpa and I were walking side-by-side down a desert highway.

Fiction: ‘Kanye’s Secret’

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

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.

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.

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: ‘Cincinnati Does Not Exist’

Jo never thought of himself as a river guy, per se, yet one morning he awoke in a canoe, floating down a body of water that clearly was a river.

Fiction Pick: ‘The Old Caver’

Arturo was nearly an old caver and dreaded becoming like the men who would drink rum and share their own legends throughout the night.