Brady lived by himself in a hovel carved into the side of a low hill, a few miles south of Beowawe. Once, the place had been a miner’s claim, the kind of hopeful scar left behind by men who’d chased silver and sunlight across the desert. Now it was his, half cave, half cabin, cool…

Her cellphone rings for the sixth time that day. Another private number, another scammer. She accepts the call. “Hello,” a man with a Jamaican accent says, “This is the Social Security Office, how are you Mrs. Hansen?” “Raheem? Raheem, is that you? Thank goodness! It took you long enough to get back to me. So…

The once famous monster had fallen on hard times. He lost his home one evening after setting fire to it while in a rage. Now homeless and drinking too much, he wandered the streets at night, sleeping in a garbage bin during the day. After two years of this, he decided it was time to…

Sharon looked up from her book, “What would happen if a werewolf and a human were to mate?” Tyler fluffed his pillow and laid his head back on it, “What an odd question…why, did something…?” “No, nothing happened. I’m simply being curious,” Sharon answered. “The child could be a werewolf, a wolf or a mutt,”…

“Coyote told me how to find the path.” A spiteful sun singes his skin. “That bush looks like a jack rabbit.” The high desert oozes its heated hostility. “I should have passed the station by now.” A rock stained with bird-shit cries out: “Turn back!” He has circled back upon his-self. “Is that the sound…

Monday morning, beginning of the work week as I wheeled into the parking structure next to the newspaper, where I work. As usual, with satchel hanging from my left shoulder, I walked lost in thought towards the entrance I’d jus’ passed through. Her low, square heels made a soft tap, tap, tap as she walked…

Rachel and I were on her living room couch, half-naked when my cellphone rang. I reached over and tapped ‘dismiss,’ sending the call to voicemail. Curious, Rachael asked, “Who was that?” “I don’t know and I don’t care,” I replied as I slipped my hand back inside her panties. Then my phone started chirping again,…

watching clouds go by listening to the crows laugh my how they gossip

in a moment of self-awareness he realizes he is too adversarial too much politics in his universe all consuming as he gets fired up yelling at friends mistaken for tv

Last night I woke up to My wife stroking my hair, Singing a lullaby to me. Strangely, I enjoyed it. Such a stressful week. But then I realized… I do not have a wife, Nor do I have a house.