Butterflies in NovemberDecember 2014
You’ll barely notice him, he won’t nag or pester you, doesn’t even sing the way other kids do.
Jason Bell: The Bar-B-CureApril 2014
I feel the image of myself emerging in his hands, and with every flick and scrape it draws closer to his.
Vaddey Ratner: The Cripple’s Last DanceApril 2013
Flash Fiction: Dossier No. X recovered from Interrogation Cell B of Sala-XX