Category Archives: Short fiction
Lying on the Sidewalk… A Short Story Collection
Anteism Press still has some copies of my short story collection, called “Lying on the Sidewalk”. It would be a great Christmas gift for someone that you really really love!! Or just kinda like… PS: You can buy it online
Lying on the Sidewalk… A Short Story Collection
Anteism Press still has some copies of my short story collection, called “Lying on the Sidewalk”. It would be a great Christmas gift for someone that you really really love!! Or just kinda like… PS: You can buy it online
NY Book Fair at MOMA
If you’re in New York between Nov 5 and 7, you should go to the NY Book Fair at Moma PS1… It will be awesome! Ryan from Anteism will be there, peddling such fine books as Lying on the Sidewalk
NY Book Fair at MOMA
If you’re in New York between Nov 5 and 7, you should go to the NY Book Fair at Moma PS1… It will be awesome! Ryan from Anteism will be there, peddling such fine books as Lying on the Sidewalk
Lying on the Sidewalk news
Just a quick little note to say that my book, Lying on the Sidewalk, is now available at the Burnaby Public Library… pretty cool!! Check it out here! Lying-Sidewalk_Press Release
Lying on the Sidewalk news
Just a quick little note to say that my book, Lying on the Sidewalk, is now available at the Burnaby Public Library… pretty cool!! Check it out here! Lying-Sidewalk_Press Release
look what just came in the mail!!
Very happy to finally have this in my hands!! You can go over to Anteism if you want to pick one up… Only $10!!
look what just came in the mail!!
Very happy to finally have this in my hands!! You can go over to Anteism if you want to pick one up… Only $10!!
angles
I was lost in the word hypotenuse. She was still staring at me as I measured the angles of an Isosceles triangle. She waved when I drew a Scalene triangle on the front chalkboard, my hand shaking as I grasped
angles
I was lost in the word hypotenuse. She was still staring at me as I measured the angles of an Isosceles triangle. She waved when I drew a Scalene triangle on the front chalkboard, my hand shaking as I grasped
squinting
Nearing the bus station, I couldn’t take it anymore. I started crying and sputtering. Jenny looked at me like I was an idiot as I hiccupped through an unintelligible sentence. She squinted her eyes at me like mom did. It
squinting
Nearing the bus station, I couldn’t take it anymore. I started crying and sputtering. Jenny looked at me like I was an idiot as I hiccupped through an unintelligible sentence. She squinted her eyes at me like mom did. It
The difference
I sat down with a thump on the couch. It was a clumsy move and made me look more messed up than I actually was. Slightly more messed up than moderately messed up. There’s a big difference between those two.
The difference
I sat down with a thump on the couch. It was a clumsy move and made me look more messed up than I actually was. Slightly more messed up than moderately messed up. There’s a big difference between those two.
awake
I felt dizzy and had woken up with a start. I remembered dreaming something along the lines of walking through a pond with my jeans rolled up to my knees. There were fish in the pond and with a shaking
awake
I felt dizzy and had woken up with a start. I remembered dreaming something along the lines of walking through a pond with my jeans rolled up to my knees. There were fish in the pond and with a shaking
wind
Instantly, I felt the orange light on my face. It burned my eyes and made my forehead burn yet oddly feel cold. The light hung on my features as my heart raced. I could feel her eyes on my face
wind
Instantly, I felt the orange light on my face. It burned my eyes and made my forehead burn yet oddly feel cold. The light hung on my features as my heart raced. I could feel her eyes on my face
mom’s face
“What’s going on with you baby? Why won’t you talk to me?” My eyes followed the lines on her face. She’d changed so much since we’d moved. I didn’t remember seeing so many roads and valleys on her face before
mom’s face
“What’s going on with you baby? Why won’t you talk to me?” My eyes followed the lines on her face. She’d changed so much since we’d moved. I didn’t remember seeing so many roads and valleys on her face before
distraction and problems
I wondered which happened first, me hitting the overturned car on the road, or my airbags going off in my face. It burned and hurt. My chest felt like it had been crushed, removed then put back into place, hastily.
distraction and problems
I wondered which happened first, me hitting the overturned car on the road, or my airbags going off in my face. It burned and hurt. My chest felt like it had been crushed, removed then put back into place, hastily.
Almost here…
Over the last year, I’ve been working with Anteism Press about putting a short story collection together, and it’s been great. And also… it’s almost finally done… I saw this on the internet the other day, and it really got
Almost here…
Over the last year, I’ve been working with Anteism Press about putting a short story collection together, and it’s been great. And also… it’s almost finally done… I saw this on the internet the other day, and it really got
distractions
I hung up the phone and rubbed my eyes. They were stinging and the heat wasn’t helping. Distractedly I tuned the radio throughout the entire AM and FM bands. There was nothing but static occasionally interspaced with broken country tunes.
distractions
I hung up the phone and rubbed my eyes. They were stinging and the heat wasn’t helping. Distractedly I tuned the radio throughout the entire AM and FM bands. There was nothing but static occasionally interspaced with broken country tunes.
stereo
I felt like a pain in the ass to both of my parents. A hot potato that mom wanted to cuddle but dad didn’t want to touch. It felt weird not being loved in stereo.
stereo
I felt like a pain in the ass to both of my parents. A hot potato that mom wanted to cuddle but dad didn’t want to touch. It felt weird not being loved in stereo.
fireplace
And he had been so happy, staring at the coals that glowed a deep pulsating red, occasionally going off like firecrackers as they arced randomly into the living room. Dad loved all of that. He never complained when an ember
fireplace
And he had been so happy, staring at the coals that glowed a deep pulsating red, occasionally going off like firecrackers as they arced randomly into the living room. Dad loved all of that. He never complained when an ember
bicycle
For blocks I peddled in the noise around me. I could hear the clicking of my pedals echoing off of the silent buildings and parked cars lined along the small downtown street. The clicking wound around me like a bubble.
bicycle
For blocks I peddled in the noise around me. I could hear the clicking of my pedals echoing off of the silent buildings and parked cars lined along the small downtown street. The clicking wound around me like a bubble.
Annalemma Magazine
I know that I’ve already mentioned that I have an illustration up on the Annalemma Magazine website… but today I got wind of the contributor page… Here’s my bio, which I laugh at because it’s so true that it hurts!
Annalemma Magazine
I know that I’ve already mentioned that I have an illustration up on the Annalemma Magazine website… but today I got wind of the contributor page… Here’s my bio, which I laugh at because it’s so true that it hurts!
illustration!
Go to the awesome Annalemma Magazine website, to check out an illustration by me. Here’s the link! http://annalemma.net/features/seducing-matt-mitcham.html
illustration!
Go to the awesome Annalemma Magazine website, to check out an illustration by me. Here’s the link! http://annalemma.net/features/seducing-matt-mitcham.html
death smells
I was driving over a rainy and windy Lion’s Gate Bridge, absentmindedly listening to a hockey game on the radio on my way back from a random drive up to Squamish, just to get the hell away from the sickly
death smells
I was driving over a rainy and windy Lion’s Gate Bridge, absentmindedly listening to a hockey game on the radio on my way back from a random drive up to Squamish, just to get the hell away from the sickly
