I lost my voice for a few weeks recently. Because of smog.

They are souls seeping into the hospital curtains

They listen from the next room as I dig through the kitchen junk drawer

After my newborn daughter died just seventeen days after being born, I never returned…

My wife is not an enigmatic woman.

He says he loves you, but he loves her too.

Smoking is a suicidal act

It was after six, and the smoke was getting bad again.

A year ago, I enrolled in my first ever screenwriting class at Northwestern.

Sat in the leather recliner against the end of my bed, I let out a long sigh.

Another pair of jeans went into the box, followed by two shirts and a jacket.

Jacob Becker never set fire to the section of forest preserve where a family of whitetail slept.

Frederick Masterson hastily put down the telegram he’d been re-reading all day.

The Asian man soaping his hairy body in the public shower by the beach was a good omen.

Alyssa bolted the door, undressed and pressed the power button.

Miles could hear the buzzing of the flies as they made a claim to the endless lines of unoccupied tables.

This dream wails

In the morning I found…

digging scraping cut and chop and rake

There is a city nearby.