If I could lose one memory what would it be?
Does that seem like a bizarre question to ask myself as I sit here, beside this road, bleeding out?
Maybe such philosophical ramblings are common from the minds of dying men.
We need to know what we’ve left behind, what we’ve done.
So we’ll think we’ve mattered. Continue reading
My entry into the recent VisDare, a tale of microcosmic comedy and tragedy- and polite bestiality.
The Duck And The Dame
I can assure you the duck is leading the dame. Continue reading
This is flash fiction about love and survival after nuclear war that I wrote because of all the Korean Peninsula madness going on lately. Enjoy and please comment.
How Long Were You Alone in the dark?
It’s an unanswerable question. How long we spent in darkness.
We (my wife, my brother, my neighbor and I) were down there for about two weeks till something happened to the lights. Continue reading