2020 Short Stories

Between Cyrene (March)

The void chuckled as she coiled and fluxed. Endless in the chaos she spun and braided all of her split ends whilst tugging on the infinite expanse. She was void and without form – dancing in the dark. Medusa’s stare and Pandora’s silly box split open whilst everything was gutted and sutured, and exhumed, and […]

Cotton and Stone (February)

  A History of Memory Eating, Part One.   Green strings of moss hung like bacteria over a swamp just outside Moorhead. The swamp itself was like a little pool of bile digesting something hundreds of years old. Burps of gas and insects jumping from the dissolving bank took turns making the yellow liquid break […]

Of Bulls and Men (January)

  Somewhere nuzzled inside Spain’s green breasts, there was a young bull aging into adulthood. This bull had a back as a mountain and a rack of horns like calcified tree branches that stretched out; and he would trot around the grassy knolls as a mountain might slide, and he would swing his horns as […]

2020 Short Stories (12)

  I feel a longing to speak in story, and as such I plan to do so. This year I have set the goal of writing a short story every month, resulting in twelve stories at the end of the year. I have grown disillusioned by the blogging rhythms of personal opinion spoken in simplicity […]