…Like a Patient Etherized Upon a Table

Let’s get something straight. I write fiction. Fiction is what I do. Novels, short stories, flash fiction, non-fiction (it made me crazy, but I did it). But every now and then, when the moon is at its apex in the eastern sky and the crickets are singing and there’s beer in my belly and theContinue reading “…Like a Patient Etherized Upon a Table”