Works
Flash Fiction · Nonfiction
Night DreamsWe amble into the place just after 2:16 in the morning, like we always did, like we always had. The florescent lights beam down on us, and a freshly mopped floor waits for us to trample dirt into the pale white linoleum. Past the linoleum a puce carpet holds a crowded cluster of faux wooden…
Essay · Nonfiction
On the Nature of EndingsI've recently been thinking about endings, which is a natural thing to do, at least in respect to my usual mind set. What is unusual is that I've managed to mostly avoid thinking about endings for the better part of a decade. Supposedly, I did this to help clear my mindset and help me move…