When the Sky Men Came
I was drunk the night the sky men killed everyone. I’d been drunk every night for the last three weeks, every night since Hank died—night after night of wine fueled tears and me shouting at the sky from my back porch.
How the Static Men Saved our Marriage
SPACE SQUID, SPRING 2018
At night they come prancing into the bedroom like they own the place. The static men have no concept of ownership or privacy. To them we’re some kind of prop—the parquet floor beneath their dancing shoes.