FICTION: Storms

FICTION: Storms

As I blogged previously, this story first appeared in Boston Literary Magazine. Now you can read it here. It's called Storms, and like a piece I'll be posting on Halloween called The Symphony, it's about war. I don't know why I have two flash fiction pieces about war, but I do. I had just got done reading Cormac McCarthy's brilliant The Road, and wanted to see if I could steal elements of its style and make them my own, purely to challenge myself. This is the result. Enjoy. (This also appears in a previously mentioned but as yet unpublished collection…

My life as a railroad hobo – part 1

The first time you taste possum you begin to question if this is what you really want to be doing with your time. It's got a gritty taste, like lamb rubbed down with sandpaper, and the scent. Well, no amount of cheap whiskey or vomit will wash that out of your mouth. So needless to say, it makes you begin to question the choices you've made. Thing is, when the rails catch up to you, eventually you'll eat whatever you can find. It was somewhere in Tennessee, I think -- the details are still a little foggy -- but it…