Flash Fiction: The Pupil

An awesome online lit journal called Molotov Cocktail published a piece of my flash fiction recently, called The Pupil. If you like serial killers with a twist, then maybe it’s for you. Either way, it’ll only take you a few minutes to read it. So support a sweet journal while you do! You can check … Continue reading

Prose Poetry: Spilt Milk

Don’t cry over spilt milk, they always say. As if sorrow is akin to something as useless as weeping over milk containers emptied onto the floor or the table or the countertops. As if sorrow is truly so silly. But sorrow is like spilt milk, is thick and pale and fast spreading and hard to … Continue reading