Flash fiction — What the hell am I doing here? I look around in the dark, more feeling than seeing; more reaching out with my senses in all directions than actually feeling; trying to get a bearing of any sense. Looking is completely useless yet I persist. Isn’t that what we do? We’re…

A short story — There are people in my head. Again. Though this time it’s the dentist, so at least it’s external. You’d think that wouldn’t be a relief, and it previously wasn’t, but these days we take our wins however bizarre they may be. Dr. M is fitting me for a couple of…

Memories — a short story — I grew up in the kind of town you leave behind. The ones selling pickled eggs at the rundown, redneck-owned gas stations where the floors hadn’t been swept in a good five years and no one had inclinations toward mop usage. Places that didn’t warrant specks on a paper map…

After floundering with my usual lack of grace in December, I decided to approach the notion of the Vision Board with a shrug of my shoulders. I’d been getting questions I didn’t know how to answer, mainly around my lifestyle and mental health well-being, because they felt just too much…