Flash Fiction

A Brontosaurus Can’t Walk Me Down the Aisle

I rarely come home these days, preferring to meet in the brightly lit diner on 5th Street.

Poetry

STREAMING

but goddamn she’s gonna solve the case if it kills her

Poetry

I work at Taco Bell

My shoulder was hurting.

Flash Fiction

A Short History of My Apartment

[T]hat was pretty inconsiderate.

Flash Fiction

The Girl with the Teeth

Pretty girls smile with teeth.

Poetry

Asparagus

snapped head perched

Three Meals, Waterloo, IL, Christmas 2025

he relents when the spoon melts in the pan

Flash Fiction

Adam is Dead

One headline on the last page surprised her.

Poetry

baby, with this sun shining & snow falling, it could be winter all year long

the ice is melting from the gutters

Fiction

The Spot

I wonder if this something I should get repaired or something

Nonfiction

When I Grow Up—a small show with a big heart

When I Grow Up premiered at the 2024 Melbourne Comedy Festival, it returned for the 2025 Melbourne Comedy Festival and Edinburgh Fringe, among others.

Flash Fiction

CHADBOT

“Oh lord. CHADBOT, I’d like to speak with a live representative.”

Flash Nonfiction

The Day I Drove Into an Elderly Person

She laughed, the way my grandmother did in the nursing home when she didn’t know who I was.

Flash Fiction

On the Suboptimal Conditions For Growing Roses

He wonders if one day he’ll awake to find himself a cockroach.

Commitment

“You avoided my question.”

Poetry

decomposure

A golden shovel after “Be Nice To Me” by The Front Bottoms

Nonfiction

Underneath

What else was I supposed to do?

Flash Nonfiction

Science at Eleven

Mathematics at nine. English at ten. Science at eleven.

Poetry

hungrier than we admit

you know how i love things / that crunch

Flash Nonfiction

It's Like

It’s like three of the four safety mechanisms failing on one of those bombs.

Poetry

Ode to Retinal Imaging

Don't blink, you remind yourself

Flash Fiction

The Journalist and Mark Mimmel’s Niece

When love burns it's still love.

Flash Fiction

Not-So-Quiet Quitting

I can’t do this job anymore, Sara.

Poetry

The Cult-Classic Flick Based on the Best-Selling Unauthorized Biography of You—

...farther than slow dancing is from a heaved hand grenade...

Flash Nonfiction

Étude, winter

We gave the lake our attention, our devotion...