The Swamp and the Stone Wall

Cajoling gave way to pleading which, in its time, evolved into something just short of blackmail. Ronnie wasn’t surprised that it got so bad. She hoped at first it wouldn’t, that eventually, Bill would get tired of pounding his head against the stone wall of her denial and just let it die. He had pretended […]

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Mountain Road

  My mother and I had a vacation together after I published ‘Drosera.’ We roadtripped from Central Texas to Santa Fe, then up through the Colorado Rockies back to Texas. It was nice, and I have a lot of good stories from it. We were up high in the Rockies. The roads there are pretty […]

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At A Gas Station At 3 AM

Midnight came and went sometime when I was sleeping, slipped right past me while I dreamed. My blankets were heavy and wrapped tight around me, the way they ought to be, and the house was quiet. The only thing moving was time, rolling over all with irresistibly gentle steadiness. O (the roommate you’ll recall from […]

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Drosera

I’ve been in a rut lately. I’d say sinkhole but rut is a better word, more evocative; perhaps this was once just a little dip in the ground, nothing I caused myself, but passing over it again and again, bumping the wheel every time but never changing course… that’s a rut, isn’t it? Or like […]

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Dinner with Papa

The moon is fat and yellow like a great big cat’s eye up over all the rooftops, which means that Papa will be home soon. He comes at night, at night only, and on nights like this, with big fat moons and bright stars, he expects dinner. All the other children say their fathers expect […]

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Christian and Mary

It’s a story about the ghosts of what was done and the lingering death of those turned on by their community. It’s also smut. I am a perpetual motion machine of Southern angst and pornography. 18+, naturally, and a special warning for depictions of racist and homophobic violence. If either of those topics is sensitive, […]

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Cordelia’s Portion

So was that to be her portion, then, fair Sister whom our Father loved best? Ah, for her own good it was, so say I, Goneril, and who would know best? A doddering old fool driven mad by years and the entitlements of his sex and station? Or I, Cordelia’s sister, who knew her from […]

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Infintismal

  Hour Zero: Ira presses her face to the window and watches a high-speed flower blossom, fire and debris surging from the epicenter of the explosion. The Jade Necklace Expedition Vehicle, which she has called home since she was born, disappears into petals of flame and twisted polymers. Everyone left aboard when the weapons hit–and […]

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Pink

Pompeii is a city of pleasure and purse. It is no place to raise a child, not really. Rosaria tries to tell her husband this, but he does not listen to her, boards his young wife and unborn son in the city of whores. “The soil is good,” he tells her. “We will be rich […]

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Mountains

“I can’t count the number of times I’ve thought about you and thought of mountains. You know, I used to feel such… passion. Overwhelming and complete, the kind of passion that sends quasars erupting into the void, the kind of passion that sunders seas and collapses civilizations. The kind of passion that only one in […]

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