Leaving New York

“I have to be here because my wife freaking would rather die than go anywhere else?” I push Florida. She pushes me out of the apartment, tells me, “go. Don’t need your fucking ass here anyway.” “What about my stuff?” “It’ll be outside. Love ya, Bye!” The door locks, but I have my keys. CanContinue reading “Leaving New York”

A Complete Stranger

His eyes open. But that is all as he continues to lay still. Peaceful, knowing he has eternity to bask in this perfect nothing. Yet something is wrong, it twitches at the back of his brain, nagging him to remember. He chides it back with, nothing is wrong. All feels right, and the air aroundContinue reading “A Complete Stranger”

Timothy Leary Invented the Internet

“Was it worth the wait?” The real answer? No, of course not, and it’s nobody’s fault, more a problem with the science of the thing as a whole. “Did you know Timothy Leary invented the internet, high on acid, standing under a full moon, howling like a wolf. Yes, he was naked. Yes, he wasContinue reading “Timothy Leary Invented the Internet”

Angular Slave

I’ll likely never know what it takes to stand naked in the chillier days of March, under a star-strewn sky, pulling a God through a Euclidean plane. I’ll never know what she felt, working magic she was born to work. But I do know a slave never forgives its master, and neither will I forgiveContinue reading “Angular Slave”

For the Boy

This is a war story. He knows because he is surrounded by people in camo and in his ears are men screaming for help in between the pop of small arms fire. Patrols are always going out and not coming back. There is little he can do. He doesn’t send them out. He doesn’t pickContinue reading “For the Boy”

Young Ye’ Old Ye’ Dead Ye’

Leaves swirl from the ground in a sudden wind. A wind five-year-old Ye’ Ruo thinks left her mouth along with the words of her wish. A wish uttered hushed and filled with sorrow. She wished simply to, “help.” The wind howls and churns the remains of summer in a cyclone of red and yellow. TheContinue reading “Young Ye’ Old Ye’ Dead Ye’”

Tam’s Soul

In this life, Tam Duc is eighty-five years old, weighs thirty-eight kilograms and travels from the Northern island of Cát Bà, to Năm Căn on the one leg remaining after meeting a French landmine 72 years ago. It is a journey of 2000 kilometers. Năm Căn is nothing more than the Southernmost tip of Vietnam.Continue reading “Tam’s Soul”

The Beast

Toman grips the ax handle. Both fists go white with the tension. The veins running up and down both labor strengthened arms stand proud. He can smell her on the air. A bouquet so familiar it reminds him of home and childhood, spicy, but sweet and a bit savory, it mixes with the creatures muskContinue reading “The Beast”