Fiction

I was sick in a way that transformed me from flat tap water into sparkling wine

Rich, dark, intense, sneaky, secretly literary

They slow us down, send us deep.

Desperate workers come from all over the world to this “miserable mountain pass.”

Stories to be gulped down and read into the late hours.

"I wish… we got to choose what memories we hold on to”

“Find the sounds he couldn’t hear.”

Criminals slithered towards their inevitable end

Quotidian urban prairie life at a slant

Poetic and philosophical. A contemporary survival treatise