The Light as Refracted Through the Glare off His Keychain
Patiently, if you will, allow this moment the time it takes to occur. Time can move at many speeds; this is slow time. Let’s savor the act of waiting...
‘or Ardor’
...From the laugh-track, he figured it was an old sitcom, but as he stared ever deeper into the dancing, multicolored pixels, they refused to form into anything resembling a solid picture. The trick wasn’t working.
Home Got to Be Intolerable
It is almost impossible for us to let an empty house stay empty. There is something wrong with an empty house—something deeply unsettling about it. And so our imagination fills it up with stories...
The Bottomless Pit
And it was like the movies: The chatter in the diner stopped completely and everyone looked up at him. If a jukebox had been playing, it would have inexplicably lost power or something...
The Lowest Ebb and Highest Tide
There’s a spot out near Bodega, on Coleman Valley Road, where you’d swear you were going to drive straight into the ocean...
I Have a Hole on the Side of My Face
“Hole” really was the right word, too. It wouldn’t be correct to describe it as an injury.
An Omniscient Narrator Steps Out of Third-Person Perspective…
An Omniscient Narrator Steps Out of Third-Person Perspective in a Hypothetical Attempt to Console a Character Whose Girlfriend of Over Six Years, with Whom He Has Gone Through Profound Life Experiences and Against Whom He Will Measure Every Other Woman He Meets for the Rest of His Life, is About to Leave Him
Poor SEO Should Not Result in Existential Crisis, and Yet…
An Innocent Google Vanity Search Begets an Admittedly Irrational but Nevertheless Deep and Clinging Depression and a Sestina
I’ll Do My Best
Okay, you can’t see this. You can’t see anything but words, words, words. Humph. Well, I guess it’s on me. abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz. Yeah, all right. Sure. These are my tools.
A Visitor
"I’ve been noticing recently that, more and more, I find it difficult to distinguish between memories of my dreams and those of my waking life. I attribute this not to some break with reality but, rather, to the extraordinary banality of my dreams..."