The celestial bar was busy when Gabriel arrived. Puriel and Dokiel were slumped at the corner table, weary heads resting on their palms, sipping their drinks and not saying much. Raziel was at the end of the bar, shuffling papers in and out of his black briefcase, glancing around every time the golden locks clicked…
I am a writer and poet originally from Pennsylvania, but have been calling South Korea home for quite a while. While not teaching ESL to young children, I'm kept busy by my daughter and trying to find time to write. Other short fiction of mine has appeared in online journals such as Three Crows Magazine, Aurealis, and various anthologies from Black Hare Press. More work is forthcoming in Kaleidotrope.