As soon as he woke up, he knew they were gone. The house was cold and quiet and gray. No laughter peeled off walls.
River of Escape
Dom pushed his pirogue away from the levee and decided it would be the last time. [Read More]
Flash the Northern Flicker
“My goodness, Flash. You’re a mess.” Flossie, his mate, began to pick small bits of grass, and who knows what else, from his ruffled feathers. “What happened to you?” [Read More]
The Day Renny Skäraosten Saved the North Coast
To this day Ren, or Rippin’ Renny as he is now known, is a world-renown legend. [Read More]
Emerald City DEA (continued)
She’s a woman out of her skin now, a changeling. And the skin she wants to shed is the grief, the lies, the torments of years playing second fiddle to every goddamn man who towered over her and thought themselves smarter because their hair was shorter and biceps bigger. [Read More]
Eulogy for a Goldfish
Pig, our family goldfish, died recently at the age of three years. He was purchased with low expectations, having cost only 25 cents. Nevertheless, he was an ambitious soul for a feeder fish. [Read More]
Haunted
As a grade school kid I served as a safety patrol crossing guard. On a corner near my school stood an old, abandoned house. There was a crossing post on this corner that none of us wanted. Many of the kids claimed the house was haunted. The drapes would move in the upstairs window is […]
Emerald City DEA (short fiction)
She stood on the lower deck of the ferry. The wind beat her face and the salt stung her eyes. But she didn’t care: ahead was Seattle. Downtown’s glittering spires rose from brackish water like the tip of a submerged fantasy kingdom. Gulls screeched escort overhead, defying currents, until knifing down and whipping back out of view.
A Guardian Spirit (Short Fiction)
“Daisy, come quick. He’s back.” The small, shaggy-bearded man danced a few steps in excitement.
A woman moved her girth sideways, through the screen door, letting it slap shut. Frizzy dark-rooted blond hair framed her splotchy sagging face. She snatched the binoculars and trained them on a distant stand of trees growing across Cape Falcon. [Read More]
The Death Seeker (Short Fiction)
I live in a land where people come to die. Some intentionally. Some not. Take Phillip Barnes, for example. He drove his ‘95 Jeep Wrangler Sahara away from the city on August 29th. He was bipolar. Had a gun. Left his wallet home. Traffic cams showed him heading our way. No one’s […]