Short Fiction

Teeth

Tuesday, February 26th, 2008

Henry lost his two front teeth one winter day in a divided town next to a gray river. They were fine teeth. Once, they were buck teeth and the kids he went to school with laughed at him and called him beaver and asked him how the trees tasted. But his parents spent a lot [...]

Walk in the park

Monday, February 4th, 2008

Henry was skeptical. But Luke said it wouldn’t be a problem “We can go to the park,” he said shortly after arriving. “Where’s Haight?” “I don’t know,” Henry said. He pulled out his computer to look it up. They got off BART and found Haight and made their way to the park. It was a [...]

Hell of a Noise

Saturday, November 24th, 2007

Two dirty men smoke a joint on a busy street corner. Henry can recognize that sweet smell anywhere. Even through the rank odor of urine and shit and rotting teeth and rotting cities. He quit when he couldn’t find the words to match his thoughts. He’d think cat and write dog. Genocide became happy birthday. [...]

Over/Under

Thursday, October 18th, 2007

Clouds like cotton candy rest in a baby blue sky. The muddy ground is covered with brown needles and crunchy dead leaves. We’re on the obstacle course. We scurry over obstacles and run to the next like ants through a picnic. Jon Roberts, a single son from Arizona, is doing the over/under. A tent shaped [...]

Waiting for a Bus

Saturday, September 29th, 2007

Two dirty men pass a joint on a busy street corner. I’d recognize that sweet smell anywhere. Even over the rank odor of urine and shit and rotting teeth and rotting cities. I quit when I couldn’t find the words to match my thoughts. I’d think cat and write dog. Genocide became happy birthday. It [...]

The Beggars

Saturday, July 14th, 2007

Her face is gentle. Button nose above smiling lips. Ice blue eyes sparkling in the light. Brown hair pulled back into an effortless ponytail. White neck and teeth and cleavage. She looks as if she doesn’t have a care in the world. Men hope just to hear her laugh. The are blessed if they can [...]

Fratricide–The Thesis (Final)

Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

Criminal Investigations Command, Ft. Knox KY—MPRC 2003-1898 appendix 126 Fort Knox Military Police Patrol Posting Date: 12 August 2003 Hours: 1800-0600 hrs Duty Officer: SFC Vassalli Desk Sergeant: SSG Williams Dispatcher: PFC Garcia Blotter Clerk: SPC Perlman Supervisor: SSG Roberts A Zone: PFC Jackson B Zone: SPC Edwards C Zone: SGT Moyer D Zone: PVT [...]

In a room

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

We’re in a room with a man. We don’t know him. She smiles at me. I smile at her. She goes. Eyes and hair and lips and arms and tits and legs and pussy and ass. I look into his eyes—green iris, the white bloodshot, the pupil mad. It’s bad. I need to urinate. “Hey, [...]

Hancher parking lot, 7:26 pm

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

All these idiots in the parking lot better start running. The show starts in four minutes. They’re going to ruin it for everyone. Maybe it’s like New York. If you get there late, you have to wait until intermission to get in. I think it’s like that in Dublin, too. I don’t know. I was [...]

Fratricide–The Thesis

Saturday, April 7th, 2007

At twenty-five pages, this is the longest thing I’ve ever written. If you read it, and have any comments, please send them my way. This is the second draft. I have one more to go. Thanks to James McPherson for all of his help. Thank you for your help, Robert. I Henry drove up the [...]