Three Twitter Stories

An abandoned ark is cast upon the summit of Mount Ararat. There are no signs of disturbance on the ship—there is stale straw in the manger, and bowls of… More

Metal Devastation

We have to play while it’s still light out. I would have preferred pitch black, it’s more scenic, but this is ok, too, no problem. We’re a war machine,… More

Brothers

“It’s just you and me now, Buddy”—which made the beatings more frightening, no one to intervene, nothing to stop him from hurting me but his own maimed morals.I never… More

The Houselights

because each entry in the lexicon / is a live wire whose root is charged by a / holy fire, as / when a canon shot in a play… More

Dream Life of Butterflies

I looked around at all the busted windows, the buckled sheets of corrugated iron nailed up where the doors had once been, and further along where a row of… More