The State of Joe

Cleopatra has applied to graduate school in Austin---UT Austin, natch---with intent (not hopes) of securing her Master of Architecture degree. And…


The Ambush, Part 3: The Surveillance; or, The Vigil Over the Dead

I had a grand production in local media (and even social media, going so far as to make a Facebook Event page for it, to which tens of people…


Early Memories

No, not that one. Bit too tubby. Nah, she's too brown. Nope, fucked-up teeth. Okay, here we go. Ah yeah, she's gorgeous. Mumbling to himself, Will…


Belated Eulogy to E.B.G.

Ellie, you left. My cousin, you left unanswered questions and we can only wonder what you would reply. Nothingness fills up the space in your…


The Shadow Men, Part 3 — Excerpt 1

September 1931 The broadcaster’s voice came through clearly from the oak brown Atwater Kent radio sitting in the corner of John’s house. Marlon had a…


Megaron, Part 1

I. It was long before the Crisis of the 21st Century, the years of our Lord 2020 and 2021, that my story really began. It was before the Virus and…


Seamstress “The Big Breasts”

---Come on, husband, you have to come with me to the seamstress “The Big Breasts,” and stay in the car, in double file, if we can't find a place to…


The Elevator Cab

Maisie Lipton peered down from her sixth-floor window at a middle-aged woman sitting on the freezing ridge of one of the Dakota’s courtyard…


The King, Part 2

VII. The next day Rex approaches Brendan and tells him they need to speak in private, so they head to the boys’ washroom. “What’s up?” Brendan asks.…


The Shelter

Fleeing from a massive earthquake in the middle of the night, you grab your baby and rush to the shelter. Everybody has dogs. The shelter is overrun,…