My first full-length collection, On the Eyeball Floor and Other Stories is now out from Fairwood Press! Super excited about this.
The ad blinked at you online, between the x-ray glasses and the grainy picture of how to lose fourteen pounds and get real wings, and you gave them your father's address, because your stepfather opens your mail.
We've got robotic arms to put the eyeballs in. Metal clamps to pull down the eyelids.
Red-haired Mother, with her sharp nose and freckled chest, leaned over the hydroponics channel and declared that the dead plants were Girl23's fault.
All us fellas loved Miss Violet May, right from the start. She came from the land of Twelve Thousand Lakes, came click-clackin on the train from North to South till she met worthless Sorry Joe Weevily, and he sweet-talked her into getting off and marrying him.