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To the Android I Saw Get Pushed onto the Tracks at the Archives Metro Station
I didn’t reach for you when you toppled forward. But I did step closer, did watch with interest as the train came hurtling into the station. The man was gone before the cars screeched to a halt, lost in the throng of passengers disgorged from the Green Line train on the opposite platform. I doubt…
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In the Blue Hour
She always returns in the blue hour, when twilight stains the glassy surface of the tarn with sky. Torn, stained, still smelling of charred flesh or powdered with quicklime, waxen lips curling into a wan smile. Most detested cousin. Most wanted inheritance.
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The Deading Veil
Women did not always survive the ceremony, or at least not in a way that mattered. Three generations prior, a great-aunt had lain beneath the shroud and never emerged. When someone was at last sent to fetch her they found her catatonic, gossamer fabric clutched tightly in her hands. She died three days later without…
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Drinking the Heron
You reveled in battle, in the beating of drums and grinding of steel. And I, craven, lay awake in the anticipatory darkness, watching your chest rise and fall, wondering if each night would be our last. So certain was I that you would die sword in hand that I was blind to the stalking shadow,…
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Mind Palace v1.2.1
Nominated for Best of the Net 2027! >Overdose. Called to a code in the 4th-floor visitor bathrooms but the patient was already long gone. His mother is a patient on cardiac stepdown. He came in to visit her and then shot up in the bathroom after. No one found him until housekeeping came around to…
RJ Aurand 