Sometimes in the Mirror [Flash Fiction}

  He is who is he is as I have said before about others in one or another circumstance. Who he is when he is where he is how he is--I am who I am even if I forget who I am, not necessarily from amnesia but how everyone forgets himself from time to time. … Continue reading Sometimes in the Mirror [Flash Fiction}


Mourning Becomes Nausea [Flash Fiction]

Nausea comes and goes in waves. An ocean of nausea. Tides come in and tides go out. Storm surges raise the height of the waves sometimes, overcome as you are with this special nausea. I remember one time after having seen a production of Beckett’s Endgame, I met up with friends and drank myself until … Continue reading Mourning Becomes Nausea [Flash Fiction]