Short Story: He Belongs to the Sea
It was nightfall when the blood came. William had been set to sitting and watching, so the surgeon could attend to others. He had never seen so much before. The … Continue reading Short Story: He Belongs to the Sea
It was nightfall when the blood came. William had been set to sitting and watching, so the surgeon could attend to others. He had never seen so much before. The … Continue reading Short Story: He Belongs to the Sea
If you’d like to read an interview I did with LitJuice, you can click here. Otherwise, let’s get back to our regularly scheduled programming. I don’t collect things. Sure, I … Continue reading Short Story: Collecting Dust
Each day she sits by the wheel, my girl of tears and clay, watching it spin lumps like her into pots and bowls of use and grace. With fingers moist … Continue reading Short story: The Terracotta Girl
A silly little short story to make the afternoon go by a bit quicker. Management is not responsible for any detrimental shifts in theological perspective that may result from reading … Continue reading Short Story: No One Cares on Fridays