Book Giveaway! ‘A Sky Littered with Stories’

Hi everyone! As I've recently mentioned, I just published my short story collection on ebook and paperback through Amazon. The whole experience has been so exciting and I'm really thankful for all the support I've received from people who've purchased a copy. I'm hosting a giveaway now too! Starting Monday, November 12, you could win…

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Short Story Collection release!

Hello friends! Exciting news! Last night, a paperback edition of my collection of short stories went live. A Sky Littered with Stories is available on Amazon in paperback! The ebook will be available later this month. The collection includes all the stories I've posted on this blog as well as some others. Click here for…

Picking Up Granny

  They weren’t knocking on the door. They were threatening to break it down. Alberto was shocked out of his slumber. Still groggy though adrenaline coursed painfully through his veins, he sat bolt upright. Half-immersed in his dream, Alberto spent a frenzied moment believing the room was collapsing around him before he heard the voices…

Mixtape Mishap

In the background, crowds of people chatter loudly. La Guardia Airport must be packed, which is understandable given that it’s about…5 pm there right now. Everybody’s heading somewhere at the same time my baby’s trying to get home. “Marshall?” she asks, because I’ve been silent. “You still there?” “Yes, ma’am,” I say and she laughs.…

Pumpkins and Pin Cushions

[Recorded by Bea O’Leary on 14 August 2016 in her home on Gillman Street in El Cerrito, CA. The following is a direct transcription.] So, why don’t you begin by telling me a bit about yourselves? Well, I’m Fabian. I’m a pin cushion collector originally from Arkansas. Been in El Cerrito for about seven years…

Chicken Olympics

Summer? Kinda boring sometimes. Friends? Total flakes, but that's alright. I do it too.  Waking up at four in the afternoon? Priceless. Pure. Bliss.  I roll onto my side, opening my eyes and gazing out across my room. Sunlight is streaming through the blinds. I guess Mrs. Welder was wrong when she said I was…

Annie Going Home

The sun has vanished behind the horizon of skyscrapers by the time I hit the city limits. One minute I’m in the orange glow of dusk, long shadows and hazy light, and the next I’m plunged into darkness. Colors mute. I switch on the headlights, which fan out across the dusty dunes on either side…

The Moon, the Little Black Cloud, and She

The music in my mind crescendos; Beethoven’s Mondscheinsonate. My back arches, opening my chest skyward until my spine creaks in protest. I may have thought my contortion would appear grotesque, but I had seen another male dancer perform the movement earlier in the week and I knew what sort of austere beauty the lines of…