Where is your dream, nomad? Do you keep it under your fingernails, between your teeth, or behind your ear where you never wash? Is it rank? Is it rotten? Or does it smell fresh like a dewy meadow in old Lassy episodes? Do you put it over your T.V., on your shelf, or do you … Continue reading →

It was hard to believe there had been a time when she had loved Scott. Looking back, though, it made sense. When you’re young, vulnerable, it’s easy to fall in love with a man who can do things. You think to yourself, God, finally someone who doesn’t bore me. Someone who can make the earth … Continue reading →

Chris vomited a universe of stars onto the pavement. They swirled around him as he contemplated the cause of their existence. The stars were similar to the stars he had eaten as a child—the ones that came from Campbell soup cans his mom had given him. The stars were probably leftovers from earlier years, he … Continue reading →