Interference Colors
Drin’s eye is caught by a glint of sunlight, and he glances downward as he puts away his briefcase from work.
Dance is curled up on his side on the couch, the game controller fallen out of his slack hand, …
The Principle Of Moments
Ribbon Of Gold
It’s amazing what you can find in an old barn if you take a few minutes to poke around. Hand scythes, bag balm, a handful of ancient eggshell-white electric fence insulators, a litter of kittens, a mysterious apparatus that looks …
Stalking the Stalker
The younger man picks up the remote and clicks it off. “More sex,” he says, and not the kind of sex that makes me happy.
“And lots of it?” says the true cynic in the room, in a dirty old …
Laissez Bon Temps Rouler
“Yes, cher? Straight up?” Lucida finishes pouring the coke and rum in her left hand, sweeps up the cash, makes change, and hands over the napkin-wrapped plastic cup. Right hand is busy pulling down the bourbon. This crowd, there’s a …
PTSD, It’s Not Just For Breakfast Anymore
Slogging through marshland is nothing new. He’d done that a million-and-fucking-one times with his dad, to rescue a heifer lost in a water meadow when the creek rose, or finding whatever remote corner of whatever remote field a momma mare …
Outside of Markandeh
When Cesar opens his eyes, he’s flat on his back on lumpy ground, staring up at a canopy of leaves way too thick for there to be any chance of seeing the sky. It’s humid, the air thick enough that …
When the Devil Drives
Barret is hungry. Ravenous.
He realizes this in a bewildered rush, watching Pen breathe with his hand resting on the now-open case. When did he eat? Did he even eat?
The whole house vibrates. Dance, who looks green-seasick and is …
Turning into A Real Boy
Barret has an idea that maybe Dance wasn’t joking when he said that turning the pages for him, helping him play Locatelli’s music in the little Moleskin notebook, might not be the safest thing in the world.
But when Dance …
Holdfast
Not a moment to lose– Emma braces herself out against the force of the wind, feeling the others slam into her, and then Drin has his hands on the splintered frame as well, holding firm, bracing her, and then there’s …
Surf the Wind
Samadhi, the small moment of enlightenment, is not spoken of that often in the Western traditions. That brief moment of surprise, of joy, of understanding, happens while a soul is alive. Whether they are wearing a body like a penance, …