Flash Flash fiction published in Catapult magazine

Low-Flying Children

The Green Man dreams that one day he will throw away the flag and depart for home in a bug-free rocket ship. But not before the children grow up, walk instead of fly.

May 29, 2020
Lepidoptera

Her family had no wings, only legs that could traverse blocks at street level, where no one was allowed since the Sickness.

Apr 17, 2020
AREA CANNIBALESS

Some just want a lick of fame, prostrate at my feet with their sweaty headshots as if I am the one to save them, as if they are worth saving.

The Smell of All Mothers

It was That Smell, that-so-familiar-one that hurt me not to remember where I’d smelled it before.

Mar 06, 2020
150 bpm

It’s the heartbeat that I can’t forget. When the sonogram technician held her transducer to my abdomen and turned up the sound I was surprised by its rapidity.

Feb 28, 2020
Si Dios Quiere

Raul returns the greeting, always the same: by running his pointer finger over his throat in disapproval.

Dec 13, 2019
The Whales

The whales would sing because they were alone, but with each other, their song a reminder that loss and exile are linked.

Nov 01, 2019
Shadow Box

“It’s all well and good to dream. Dreaming keeps a body moving.”

Sep 06, 2019
Before the Crossing

The boy loved seeing the tent from outside, lit up by firelight, glowing brightest where it was wearing thin.

Jun 28, 2019
Whatever Doesn’t Kill Me

You’re safe now, said the plates, the walls, the glasses, even the golden chandelier that I hadn’t noticed before.

May 24, 2019
You and Me, Bird

Your near-life experiences have coalesced in this momentary identity. You are a woman speeding along I-10 with a caged green-cheeked conure chirping by her side.

May 17, 2019
Tumblr vs. Democracy

They tell me that my new job is to chisel a deep and lasting crack into the foundation of American democracy.

Apr 26, 2019
My Ex and My Ex-Chicken

I started to wonder how the hell she’d found me after all these years, but I was starting to realize that any chicken with the amount of determination I was seeing now would hardly be deterred from tracking me down.

Feb 22, 2019
What Does it Mean to Kill Something That Can Fly?

You wanted us to have a baby. I wanted your baby, and also for all the moths in the house to die.

Dec 21, 2018
Never Quiet Again

“It’s not that we don’t remember what it was like before the sound. If you asked us, we could tell you.”

May 12, 2017