Fiction & essayS
sirens in the gulf
At moonrise, the sirens in the gulf cried for a drillship.
Howl of the Wild Anthology, Winterwolf Press, 2018
Carnival glass
“You ought to be careful on these Florida backroads, sir,” said Doris.
Sinkholes in the
cobblestone
I had been in Rome for about a week when the sanitation workers went on strike.