Flash Frog

After our results came back, we took a spliff down to the beach to wait for the blood moon, but it was cloudy so all that happened was a hellish glow and some ratcheting paranoia. I was already in a funk, but you wouldn’t…

The goldfinch hit the kitchen window with a knock so dull and hollow we thought, briefly, that someone had come to the door. We went out. The bird was on the patio brick, lying on its side, its yellow as bright as paint and…

Some refer to my death as a certainty, using words like remembrance and memoriam. Others talk about me like I’m still here, chumming around at my old home bar, The Spokenfore. My buddy Elliot buys me a Sam Adams and drives me home after…