It was a sad affair. All the pews were filled, leaving everyone else to squeeze in together. They were careful by the stained glass windows. The family didn’t recognize many of their guests, but then again, their boy had picked up crowds of friends in his life.
The River
Godhunters
Late Autumn
Jackalope
When I was in the seventh grade I found a scalpel after school. I think it belonged to my mom. There was nowhere else it could have come from. And this scalpel almost glowed. The black, black, veiny marble counter it was sitting on reflected a kind of halo around the silver knife, anything but subtle.
Empty Cassettes
My Sister
Pre-Show Jitters
Comedy tip #5: Never be mean to the whole audience at once. She stood up and started pacing the small dressing room, holding an imaginary mic, repeating the lines over and over, barely louder than a whisper. “Everyone in Ohio wants to leave Earth. But hey, it could be worse. I could be from Indiana.”
severed string
Mint Condition
A letter from the country
The vines hang however on the trellis
Since no hand arranges them
Their tangle stays unmanaged
And their twigs invade the vegetable garden
And the rags dry with the clothing
And the orchard will not conform to the property line
Four weeks of hard work wasted
Clearing bramble, raking leaves
Hell, take it: I'll sit here
Satisfied, with the stars for company.
[She appeared as sea foam]
Passing Through
[The rabbit sprints]
Who Am I?
It's Not for Everyone
To Supervisor Thorburn of the Physical Hauntings and Manifestations Department,
Investigation #7389 Status Report: Upon arriving, I made a connection board of all extant information and, with the amount of data, it grew to three walls of my motel room. Please see the attached files. To seek out new leads, I made and distributed posters at the town center for information surrounding the last known victim, a Mister Ichabod Crane.
