Here’s my latest downloadable. It’s a fictional piece called “Ostrich” and is in no way based upon my life. At least I’d like to think not 😀 Please freely distribute to any and all who may enjoy (it’s eReader friendly). I’d love to hear what you think.
How the Weighty May Fall by Aaron M. Green “I’m a lifelong parishioner, and I’ve always tithed. Always, Reverend. Why would anyone who says they’re dedicated to the mission of the church not give to help her? I’ve never understood these newer people who’ve been
This second-person short is dedicated to my old running coach, Jeremy Mattern, a man who believed one school’s program could be great and has been making it such for almost fifteen years. You’re an animal, J-town. It starts in the chest. It swirls around the abdomen,
Here is a piece I wrote for LOVE NAIL TREE during the spring of 2013. It was originally published here. Rebecca finds her mother in tears. They live in a tiny apartment where they eat rice, beans, and week-old bread for dinner most nights. Rebecca
“We’re finally vacationing,” Mother said while drying off another dish. “It’ll be nice. A fresh break. We need those. Everybody does but especially us.” Father was standing there, his right arm propping his body up against the counter. He looked calm, like it might not have
I didn’t plan to get up for at least an hour. A nap, or whatever. I heard Aaron come in. He is not hard to know when he comes home, always singing up the stairway. I couldn’t make out the lyrics. He creaked to the
“Brunch?” He nodded. I’d never been to the 5 Cent Diner before, but my roommate Les had. He said it was the kind of place you go to get comfort food, and that probably a lot of people go there after partying the night before.
The tallest boy reached down and scooped up a handful of dirt. From the corner of my eye I watched as he slowly rose and began to move behind the rest of his chanting and prodding friends. The leader stared me dead in
Steven ran quickly, making his steps nimble and quiet. He clutched the bag in his left hand and used his right to peel through the brush along the slope leading down and away from the buildings above. His mind was clear and his body moved steadily, like