• dohmuseum copy
    I came to the museum to get out of the wind. I came to be among other real-life people with real-life lives; and for the museum's pigment-preserving lighting, which seems so much more natural than the transient light outside. I came because if I remained outdoors by myself another minute, the sky and lake, the blistering wind, cars racing past--all of it might dissolve at any second. ~ Diary of a Heretic
  • I flapped suspended, caught in an air pocket as a swift shadow flitted past
    I flapped suspended, caught in an air pocket as a swift shadow flitted past. ~ Diary of a Heretic
  • Chicago buildings near river
    I flinch and feel a tremor underfoot, as if the energy at the source of everything just dropped a notch. ~ Diary of a Heretic, Part Three
  • Malcolm's Discover, quote from "Diary of a Heretic"
    After a lifetime of fear, it turns out that none of my inadequacies matter. I soar over and under the backs of clouds. ~ Diary of a Heretic
  • Diary of a Heretic quote: photos of Lake Michigan beach near Northwestern
    I know how it will go. If I close my eyes I can see the whole dizzying trek into the future. Not all the way to the end, but far enough to realize that whatever that is in the distance is inevitable. There's no changing it. ~ Diary of a Heretic, Part Two
  • vivid picture of Overlook Mountain ruins
    "I want every moment back. The good because they passed too fast, the bad because perhaps with another chance, I would make them right." ~ "Diary of a Heretic"
  • Slider Quotes
    "Do you want to spend your life blotting out the basic questions? How are you going to suppress everything you wonder about, everything you dream?" ~ Diary of a Heretic

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Flash Fictions

Work in Progress

  • Brooke’s Grand Plan

    Brooke's Grand Plan, serial fiction, 24:   After watching the stars on the staircase outside the kitchen, Brooke found her headphones and stood in front of the fan in her bedroom window, listening to a hip-hop mix of soulful women needing sex. Tara flicked the light and Brooke turned... Read More ›

  • Just Sign Here

    Just Sign Here, serial fiction, 23: Brooke’s anger erupted like a volcano, her molten core pouring over her body. She pushed Fletcher's ‘luncheon’ place setting aside, crossed her arms on his dining room table, and dropped her face inside them. Not entirely oblivious, Fletcher was... Read More ›