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Headlights swept over trees. I caught Alicia staring at me, her head a little to one side: she didn't look away. Instead, she got this irritating look of satisfaction, as if she'd let me in on a big secret in perfect safety, because it was something I would never understand.

"Didn't you take the left fork last time?" Mom asked.

Tall, shadowy, with weeds and bushes growing out of it, the ancient arch passed over us.

Dad didn't reply, which meant he was either angry or super frustrated. I'd been chewing so quietly that the last thing Alicia expected to emerge from my lips was a pink bubble the size of a grapefruit. I let it deflate and wrinkle back into my mouth. Even the gum tasted sulfury.

Then there we were, back on the ancient pavement, gliding through the arch again, wondering how many more times we'd see it tonight before we could collapse into our beds. (Or whichever bed we planned to sleep in, anyway.)

 

Inversion of Marcia

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"Inversion of Marcia" is in the Winter 2017 issue of n+1.

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Wind dropped off. I waded through a drift, unsure how shallow or deep my next step would be. It might be a dream, this cold, this silence, this emptiness posted with trees. I stopped before I knew what I’d heard: there. The soft squeak of fresh snow being walked on.

 

Curtain of Frost

  "Curtain of Frost" first appeared in Epiphany.  
     

 

The summer I was killed we all went down to the lake.


 

A Cluster of Sunsets

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"A Cluster of Sunsets" first appeared in Southwest Review.
     
 
 

VASTNESS, ROUGHNESS, VERTICALITY....

"Since when were MALE and FEMALE among the four cardinal directions? He gave a low whistle. Since now. His instinct was to stay on the main road, but the road was about to split irrevocably. Right? Left?"

 

Nightmaze

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Nightmaze, an exerpt from the novel INCIDENTS OF TRAVEL, appeared in BOMB.

(Flash 7+ required.)

 
     
   
 

...I remember dreaming of a carousel that was also a ski lift, then awakening to a wild sound of rain.

 

An Incredibly Heavy Rain

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MORE SOON.

(Will let you know!)

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Quite soon, I hope!

 

More fiction on the way.

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