The Geecologist

In The Heart of the Heart of the Country

In The Heart of the Heart of the Country

Oct 30, 2021 | Fiction

A PLACE So I have sailed the seas and come… to B…a small town fastened to a field in Indiana. Twice there have been twelve hundred people here to answer to the census. The town is outstandingly neat and shady, and always puts its best side to the highway. On one lawn...
Stay Home

Stay Home

Mar 7, 2020 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

I will wait here in the fieldsto see how well the rainbrings on the grass.In the labor of the fieldslonger than a man’s lifeI am at home. Don’t come with me.You stay home too. I will be standing in the woodswhere the old treesmove only with the windand then with...
The Goldfinch

The Goldfinch

Oct 12, 2019 | Fiction | 0 comments

That night, at Boris’ — lying drunk on my half of the batik-draped mattress — I tried to remember what Pippa had looked like. But the moon was so large and clear through the uncurtained window that it made me think instead of a story my mother had told me, about...
Tenth of December

Tenth of December

Mar 24, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories | 0 comments

HomeComing up Gleason, I had that feeling. My hands and feet didn’t know exactly what they wanted, but they were trending toward: push past whatever/whoever blocks you, get inside, start wrecking shit by throwing it around, shout out whatever’s in your mind, see what...
Home

Home

Sep 15, 2015 | Fiction, Poetry | 0 comments

no one leaves home unlesshome is the mouth of a sharkyou only run for the borderwhen you see the whole city running as well your neighbors running faster than youbreath bloody in their throatsthe boy you went to school withwho kissed you dizzy behind the old tin...