Southern Fried Shorts

I'm a little busy these days working on longer works, volunteering for charity and attempting to run marathons (seriously), so Southern ...

We gather around our meal in long lines, like tentacles. Father is there with sharp knife gleaming. He strikes downward, again and again, ...

I enjoy reading about ghosts much more than I enjoy being a ghost. I miss breathing. You can't laugh when you can't breathe. The w...

***AUTHOR'S NOTE: Piece originally published September 9, 2010. I am reposting to celebrate the release of my ebook, "Orpheus,...

The streets here are paved with shit. Literally. When I first arrived, it was sensory overload, and rising above it all, over all the othe...