flash nonfiction

The World I Will Not Taste

At first light there is a world in my ribcage. I fasten it shut with a clink and throw away the key. I’ll use it another time, I say to myself. I ponder vib...

The Gardener

Our neighbor stops over to say goodbye. His family has been renting the farmhouse next to our white summer cottage here in Maine. Although we haven’t met, I...

Four Feasts

I. “Chinese people eat monkey brains. They cut their heads open and eat them while the monkeys are still alive.” The girl’s eyes are bright with spite. She ...

Ambulances on My Block

“And what of the dead? They lie without shoes  in their stone boats. They are more like stonethan the sea would be if it stopped. They refuse &n...

Still Life, Route 54

On my way home at night, I pass a man whose daughter dances in the lawn. The man is large and hairy and sits by a fire, drinking what I assume is Bud Light. He...

The Forgiving Kind

I once met god at a bar. At least, he said he was god. Or maybe a god. I don’t remember the semantics. He was tall and had dark hair and green eyes, the kin...

Tower Song

We tighten in around the church, those of us with toy-sized dogs more out on the periphery, to reduce the chance of stepping on four-leggeds in the dark. Small...

Family Echo

Waves of sound beat against the shores of the heart, returning as echoes transformed into electrical signals, and then, an image. A wand in the hands of a tech...

Medicine for My Brother

Ipecac. A word that pops and clicks on my tongue, a word from the deep jungle where men shoot poisoned darts like in the movies; ipecac is deadly but ipecac is...

Single Issue

“Now this is an essay,” my son says, sipping tea poured from a glass pitcher of floating green leaves. It’s 1:00 AM; we’re wrapped in towels, our hair wet, ...