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 Moonrise October 16, 2019October 16, 2019 The man gathered up his equipment at twilight. He pulled on his riding boots with the tarnished brass buckles over his dusty blue jeans with the white worn spots on the thighs. He knew it would be cold so he pulled a black wool sweater over his holey cotton knit… Read More
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 The Long Dark – Introspection June 27, 2017October 16, 2019 This story is in reference to the game The Long Dark from Hinterland Games. The player assumes the role of a crash-landed bush pilot who must survive the frigid Canadian wilderness after a global disaster. The man sat for a spell looking into the fire. He thought about the day, how he… Read More