Come Fly with Me

How do you know if it’s going to rain? How do you make the world whole? How do you tell a complete stranger his fly is open?

An amber light burns, an eerie whisper blows through the station, the hush …

Detachable Legs

People are squalid creatures. We live in microscopic filth and dead skin and nail shavings and tiny flecks of excrement and flatulent stinks and nose dribblings and vicious effluvia. Think of what lies on a bus seat: particles of human …

Of Dreams Dank and Fetid

Seattle’s a slimy old town, slick with the self-satisfied excrescences of those who stole the indigenous land and remade it in the service of money. Brooding in the rank strata beneath the veneer of biotech and skyscraper townhouses is the …

An Absence of Sparrows

Bushtits swarmed the suet, a wren rasped in the hedge, the cat sprawled dreaming in the herb garden. Sunlight filtered through the trees, giving the backyard a Maxfield Parrish look, his wife rustled in the kitchen preparing supper. He played …

Of Dreams Dank and Fetid

Seattle’s a slimy old town, slick with the self-satisfied excrescences of those who stole the indigenous land and remade it in the service of money. Brooding in the rank strata beneath the veneer of biotech and skyscraper townhouses is the …

Everybody Should Have a Hobby

Two small holes pock the carpet. My nice, smooth office carpet. High heel holes: the agent’s. She is watching me. Maybe she considers that part of her job. I wonder, though: does she watch all her clients? I feel a …

Everybody Should Have a Hobby

Two small holes pock the carpet. My nice, smooth office carpet. High heel holes: the agent’s. She is watching me. Maybe she considers that part of her job. I wonder, though: does she watch all her clients? I feel a …

That Which Is Left Behind

Anymore, it pretty much came and went. Mostly went. Just as well. Desire in anybody over sixty was best kept quiet. There were other things to make a body happy. Still, it was nice when it did drop in, even …