Short Stories

  • The Tale of Lesbidit

    Virginia City, Nevada was a mining town that took root during the peak of the gold rush that boomed in the later half of the 19th century. Men from across the country flooded the town’s brass-colored dirt streets in droves, hoping that maybe they would be lucky enough to strike gold.  By 1874, production in Virginia City Continue reading

  • Who Am I?

    Who is it that I am, but a twinkle in the sand? What am I searching for, that I have not already found? An identity that’s puppeteered? Carved by scoffing looks? molded by phony aspirations? Welded by my tears? Dreams other people lived out on my own behalf when they thought they’d seen something in Continue reading

  • Pier 37

    I was alone this time when I walked to the end of pier 37. It was another cold, hazy, morning. The sun had come up just enough to waken the sky with a static glow, as if everything was painted in black and white. I followed my footsteps slowly, one after the other, my foot Continue reading