At Least They're Committed

It was a grainy black and white photo in a circa 1960s digest and it’s become rather commonplace, but I imagine it was quite shocking for the people at the time. “Stop me before I kill again.” A man out of control, a lost demented soul who took out his psychosis and self loathing on a woman who may have eagerly… Read more

I used to be funny, I did, I swear. I do laugh a lot, honest. I’m not really so dark as my writing would indicate. I mean it. I have the headphones on and I’m singing “Sweet Love” with the Commodores at top volume and my husband is looking at me with his mouth hanging… Read more

Would I be able to change it? Did I have the key? Do I even have a clue what I would have been trying to change? Not really. But I do know I was on the top floor of the big building and that Ellen was there and that she was going to wait for… Read more

Kicked the shit out of me. Didn’t know any better. That’s how it was. And, oh, those cloven hooves cut deep and, man, do they scar. I knew they were going to fire him because he was Wickan. Firing him was an act of discrimination and illegal and of course and they were aware of… Read more

Gabriel sits across from me, leaning forward, forearms resting on his knees, eyes at my level trying unsuccessfully to slice through my stoicism. He shakes his dishwater blond curls ever so slightly as if to the beat of my 70s song list, but I know better. I can never tell if his eyes are green, blue or brown… Read more

You hear that? That’s about the third time it’s happened and yeah it’s always when I’m the only human around. Once I even did say something, the other times I’ve caught myself. “Sid, stop!” I had called out. It’s a hiss, a very distinct cat-like hiss emanating from the middle of the room or from the hope… Read more