My tall tale short story "Chicken Coup" is out today, published in The Palouse Review. Click here to read "Chicken Coup" online! "Chicken Coup" follows a brother and sister and their crazy adventure volunteering at a farm for their middle school science club. I hope you have as much fun reading the story as I did writing... Continue Reading →
Will You Still Kiss Me? I’m sorry. I should have realized by the color of the stripes and the softness of the bristles that it was your toothbrush. -M.M. image by iStock
Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday! Happy Birthday to you! we sang to my brother when he’d just turned two. Make a wish and blow out the candle, we said. He took a big breath and his face turned bright red. Then he let it all go and blew out the flame. He reached for the cake... Continue Reading →
Aux First, cords like brambles crammed in the crevasse between the wall and the entertainment center. Second, the wire brigade with their plug diagnostics and electrical metering, mapping the genome of the audio-visual interface. Then, the ground crew techies with their bundles and rolls of electrical tape and outlet covers, bristling... Continue Reading →
Peeve I confess I possess a pet peeve. You may find it hard to conceive that I get all upset In the fall when it’s wet When my shoes get all covered in leaves. -M.M.
True Love “You want to do WHAT?” “Marry him.” “But… he’s fictional—” “And perfect.” “And I wrote him into existence.” “Romantic, isn’t it. I just can’t wait to—” “BUT HE’S NOT REAL.” “So what?” “So what what? Are you going to put the book on the altar and…” “Yes. Won’t it be wonderful: I... Continue Reading →
Looks Like a Pretzel He told me it looks like a pretzel, but isn’t. But isn’t? What looks like a pretzel but isn’t? A tangle of noodles? The Gordian knot? A piece of pastrami that’s twisted a lot? Infinity, broken and drooping? A sin? The handles of scissors? A pretzel-shaped pin? The shape of... Continue Reading →
Antimetropia When my younger brother got glasses for the first time, I pitied him. The glasses looked so silly on his first-grade face, too big. They had zigzag, glow-in-the-dark lines along the sides and he thought they were cool. I didn’t. My freshman year of high school I worried that my eyes were slowly going... Continue Reading →