Holiday Shopping Jon Hillenbrand, December 22, 2017October 17, 2019 The prettiest girl in the world is in front of me in line at the Barnes and Noble. Her eyes are a coal black starlit night, contained in the soft folds of a milky coffee meringue. A Roman nose on a petit face and I finally understand ancient beauty, the kind preserved in marble. Her terrifying glance is a spotlight I want to catch or hide from in its shadow. I imagine my life with her, laughing together, brushing the snow from her black coat and a tear from her eye, as she’s called to the register and out of my life forever pulled away in the river of holiday checkouts. Short Stories
Short Stories The Attic January 18, 2019October 17, 2019 What do you do when a pretty girl asks you to write a poem about her? You lumber back upstairs, jingle the keys in your pocket and find the skeleton key that was sticking down out of the hole in your pocket. You crack open the shackle that’s yoked your… Read More
Short Stories She, Her, Them October 18, 2019March 5, 2020 Upon the completion of time, the architect looked upon its work and with a perfect eye noticed a gap. The gap could not have been visible to a corporeal being, but from the perspective of timeless existence it flowed from the moment of an angel’s betrayal outward as a fissure… Read More
Short Stories The Time Travelers Notebook – MedBotRX April 9, 2017October 16, 2019 In 2019, a hospital on the north side of Chicago was instructed by a court ruling to put warning labels on their elevator doors. “This facility is co-run by an Artificial Intelligence. Ride elevators at your own risk.” The origin of this is very interesting. Apparently, around this time, AI was… Read More