Current Projects

I’ve got a front-row seat at the fish bar at the end of the world, where happy hour is long past, and closing time uncertain. The piano man’s still upright, playing scales in a sharkskin suit. Sure, my dentist is ducking my calls, but I’ve got good whiskey, a big bowl of goldfish, and a priceless view of the hills: aflame in blood orange, sepia, coal black. Thick smoke squats atop the tree line and a steady stream of would-be evacuees snakes toward a downed bridge…

A fiction about music, deserts, the afterlife , NASA, and the time-space continuum.