ending / 4

I lean against the bars of a prison cell, hands in my pockets, staring at an unshaven man recently convicted of first-degree murder. He sits on the floor with bloodshot eyes, cursing softly as I sink down across from him and study the way he’s folding his legs. An attempt to copy his movements only … Continue reading ending / 4

heartbeat / 3

Standing in this graveyard, you could almost believe that the planet isn't turning at all. The sky, strangely pink, is the only thing alive as I sit on a headstone and listen for anything—a heartbeat, a footstep, a gasping breath. Do they bury them alive? “What do you think you’re doing, kid?” I jump violently, … Continue reading heartbeat / 3

paper / 2

Everyone in this city seems to be in line for a Subway sandwich. The tile on the ceiling is yellow, and the woman in front of the line takes her time, talking loudly to a man with a hairnet and a sullen expression. He wraps the sandwich in paper and hands it to her with … Continue reading paper / 2

dancer / 1

The inside of the taxi is simple—rain sliding across the windows, tires humming against wet asphalt, a blurred world shifting beyond the glass. I tug at the peeling leather seats and watch as the driver, tall and quiet, switches on the radio and sways to the music. Her close-cut hair swishes around her face as … Continue reading dancer / 1


"...and sir, I'm telling you, this is it. This is the one." The triumphant man leaned forward, disheveled hair falling into his face, eyes bright with excitement. "This will be the story that changes the world." The well-dressed executive on the other side of the desk folded his arms, tired gaze shifting from the author's … Continue reading green

the trade

You pick up a rock from the ground, pale white with veins of gray, and thrust it towards the sky. The fragile silence of the surrounding landscape is suffocating, but you tell yourself that you're only shaking because you didn't eat this morning before running out into the wet grass without even closing the door … Continue reading the trade

breaking gravity

found things, august edition There are constellations on the ceiling, and they start changing if you stare at them long enough—a stern-eyed rabbit in a bowtie, clouds shaped like crushed soda cans, a man with shiny black shoes who steps on every crack in the sidewalk. Some strange pacing creature regards you with an aimless … Continue reading breaking gravity


two perspectives on the moon, one hundred words each. my attempt is here, Jo's lovely words are below. “Is there life on Mars?”  “That’s… that’s not Mar—” “Well is there?” She stares upward at the sliver of grey, evening colors fading into each other in a tired gradient of sky. Her eyes close, tempted to … Continue reading below

an open book

“I’m tired of being tired,” said the child in the kitchen doorway, early morning hair wild around her face, heavy-set lines defining the space beneath her eyes. Her mother looked up from where she sat at the table in the dim light, an open book in her lap, gentle clouds of steam spilling from her … Continue reading an open book