Interdimensional Losers
On Sunday he comes to your door with a dead bat and marigolds in an old violin case. You groan inwardly (hasn’t he found a place
A Bit of Neural Interference in the Collective Unconsciousness
On a windy autumn night of my childhood, I dreamed that a tall young man opened a door in a tree for me. A dim blue
A Myth Much Prettier than Home (published in Microw Summer 2012)
Throwback from 2012:
Microw, a flash fiction supplement to Full of Crow Press and Distribution, published one of my
Raw Materials
It is a terrible thing to be in the thrall of one of the Fearless Ones. Their smiles
Ulrich the Tooth Goblin
The sun sank low on the dirty gray horizon, and Ulrich the Goblin watched the tiny glows of