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My “Publishing Diaries” Feature on Lit Mag Lounge

I was recently featured on Substack in Lit Mag Lounge by Janelle Drumwright as part of her “Publishing Diaries” series, where I talk about my…

Corned Beef, Cabbage and that Gentle Perfume of a Flower

After leaving the hospital, I remember the greenest grass, St. Patrick’s green, poking through the grit of blackened melting snow.

Kaldon

It has something to do with extracting other people's thoughts. About digesting the brains of those we love.

Rocky Road

“They opened a Baskin-Robbins,” said my mother. The butcher was gone and the ice cream came in.

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Ununited Nations

Ununited Nations

  An indoor forest leads me up a staircase I’ve never noticed in this great city of mine I’m haunted by squandered opportunities by wind and laughter by the howling of what might have meant peace.

The Incest Clinic

The Incest Clinic

Dixon looks up at me for the first time, though only momentarily. His thin lips are clenched tight with a sort of guilty smirk. I’m not sure if he looks guilty because he’s embarrassed about the scene his brother is making or because my wife now has her hands on his leg, very close to their shared groin.