FICTION

“Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.”
Albert Camus
Laika Came Home

When Laika the space dog comes back, bulleted to earth in a tiny white escape pod that dissolves upon opening, nobody can believe it.

What Did I Mention To Ya?

Ever since your son brought you here, things have been different. He was crying when he dropped you off. You still don’t know why.

The Rupture

Before the headaches began, I thought myself sturdy: firm in my foundations, set square like a saltbox house.

graffiti on cement
Slabs

We drifted junk with a sledgehammer looking for juice. Sometimes the rage.

wade-in

I am in Rite Aid buying ChapStick and diapers, when people start washing away in the rain.

The Bird That Carried One Hundred Messages To America

At the end of the meeting, the villagers agreed to contribute shillings and pounds to sponsor Elochi to a university in America.

cupcakes
Pleasure That Cannot Be Felt as Such

I loved Rena as much as a patient could love their gynecologist. We had tea together in her office. I cried when she asked how I was doing, and she showed me pictures of her terriers.

Little Cow

A man with a fistful of showbags said, “That cow sounds like a person trying to sound like a cow.”

Demolition

I feel somewhat bad about using the death of my father as an excuse to prolong my trip.

forest fire
When The Ten Thousand Ton Trilobite Attacked

We said, Heck, that’s really something.

Chrysalis

To be encased, Clint had always thought, was foolishness. Why allow yourself to be open to such sorrow?

Evan

The young boy goes to bed and kisses his mother goodnight. He goes to bed and closes his eyes and wishes his family good sleep.

homecoming king and queen
Point Pleasant

Hitting up homes peopled by those with nothing much to lose was an easy score. The less you had, the less likely you were to defend it. But this home was different. Its residents had a lot to lose and the will to fight for it.

The Perfect Love

She said I would find my perfect love when on the brink of death.

The Rift

None speak of how the streets collide in coarse seams like scars, the fresh cobbles unable to level with the ones shaken from their mortar by uncountable seasons.

rotarty phone
My Wife’s Phone

Sex is not a thank you card in this house.

salt lake
Climb The Highest Mountain

When I was on earth I was a pretty good kid. I only got drunk when I needed to get drunk.

Your Glass Mouth

A tortured simper uncoils itself across my mouth as I open another bottle of Penis wine.

The Sweetness

I’m dancing with my best friend’s husband, under the influence of his jaws and thighs.

Submission

Directly after the arrival of the Armada, this model made sense, as the gap between Unthulanian and Human cultures prevented a commensurable exchange of practices…

Share some abandon.

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