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.

The Final Peanut: Disjointed Notes from a Florida Vacation

I drummed up a little contest for the two adults in the car. I grabbed a tin of Mr. Planters cocktail peanuts from the passenger seat. Placed a single nut in my mouth.

Fiction: ‘Familiar Burdens’

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

Coffee Shop

You take a couple sips of the hot, earthy liquid, and off goes your mind. Now you’re floating. Near the ceiling, mingling with the smoky coffee bean scent. You’re settling into your body again.

Fiction: ‘Dispatch from the Great Castration’

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

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.

Like a Dog in the Woods in the Nighttime

When I was in my early 20s, I took a bus to New York City for no reason other than to do it.

Movement is for the Living

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

A Long Way from Harbor Island

Every time something major is poised to happen in my life, my wife, Caitlin, and I split for the coast. This is a deliberate action.

May All Your Grapes Be Damn Sweet

I’m not one to believe in vague portents, but after living through a year as awful as 2020, I’m not really sure what to believe anymore.