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I spent my childhood under my bed because monsters were kinder than my teachers. And classmates. And cousins. Mother said monsters are imaginary. Then she cleaned underneath my bed. The monsters followed me to seven different foster homes and may have contributed to my frequent reassignment. I taught community college writing for twenty-five years. My monsters stayed under my bed until I retired. Now they crowd my car and eat my food at drive-throughs (not to mention the occasional cashier's finger). We live with my wife Carol in Oak Hill, Texas, and rescue cats for http:/www.austinsiameserescue.org. Siamese, it seems, get along well with monsters.
Dec 1, 2018 · 5,715 words (21 minutes)
Helena Button—lifelong feminist, and college writing teacher—can't bear another creative writing class assignment on free association. What can they write that she hasn't read a hundred times? But her wise-ass white trash student Alex will write deliver a roller coaster of free association that breaks free from his paper and hurtles into her classroom.
Nov 17, 2018 · 1,639 words (6 minutes)
Literary Fiction Science Fiction Strange
Her laugh, more a smile and a slight cough, caught in her throat. She coughed again and caught the sputum with her palm. If only she hadn’t. We divined our future from that entrail. An iris pulsated within the phlegm. Nanites invaded her DNA. Rewrote her code. And, now they were in the open, they’d rewrite mine.