Fiction

On the day of her funeral, twisted roots and ashen rocks jutted from the edges of the concrete vault. I had never seen a grave before.

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Published @ Xraylit Mag | 2021

Every Saturday night, cast in shadow and fog, our Crew – a Melvillian band of shadow-laden pranksters – lingered curbside near a moon-shined fire hydrant.

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Published @ Resurrectionmag.com | 2021​

My eyes were the shapes
Of avocado pits,
Silver as a new peso.

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Published @ Resurrectionmag.com

I woke up one morning with a rock under my pillow. It was a small rock, no bigger than a grape. Its circular shape pressed into the side of my skull.

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Published @ FreeFlashFiction.com

These are some of the facts of Jodie, the one-and-only, the wavy, the gravy, the Red Dragon lady of New York City I'll never ever forget.

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Published @ DrunkMonkey | 2021

That night, right in the middle of it, like so many others past, I woke up from a dream. The TV was on somewhere shouting about crimes I assumed were true.

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Published @ Blackhorse Review