I live in a seaside motel. On nights the ocean is lively I can lie in bed and hear it murmur midnight elegies. When I’m having trouble sleeping the sounds of the sea’s salty breath draws me out into the darkness wearing my LED headlamp. I cross Route 1A, scramble over the Army Corps of […]
To cum simply by looking at cloud is a revolutionary act.
A man with a mustache and glasses is kneeling over his garden pulling weeds. He spots me and motions me over. “You are that American, nay?” he says. “I heard you took the apartment in the back. My name is Wolf.” “I’m Brian. Nice garden, Wolf.” “Not bad, nay? It keeps me busy. And you? […]
Abyssophobia is the exact opposite of the fear of heights. It is a fear of depths—bottomless depths. A man who sits alone in a room fears he may fall so deeply into himself that he never returns.
Brian Eckert prepares to die with a collared shirt on, coffee in hand.
In a recent trip to City Park in Denver, Brian Eckert encounters an old nemesis: the Canada Goose.
Things get heated at a post-9/11 Halloween party when two guests arrive dressed as the Twin Towers.
Men are like Sphinxes: they speak in riddles and kill those who do not answer: “Man”.
The author searches for a potential version of himself on the road from New Hampshire to Denver.
“The drugs! Ditch the drugs! He’s coming!” When Pete doesn’t immediately comply with my frenzied request to jettison the narcotics I grab his backpack and attempt to throw it into the brackish water. “Take it easy man,” he says, wrestling the bag away from me. “We’re gonna be fine.” Stanton has no reaction. He silently […]