by Meg | Jan 4, 2023 | Fiction
I’m pleased to see my new story, “Hospice Care Suffers No Down Time,” published at Reservoir Road. Here’s the first paragraph: Clouds rake across the sky, my pancreas. A Chinese doctor says my pulse is dry, white. An exact description of the only wine I...
by Meg | Nov 16, 2022 | Fiction
My story “No Time For Toxic Modesty’ was published in October issue of ‘The Airgonaut’ by Sheldon Lee Compton. Darren studied the latest sign. He’d already dumped four of them into the woodpile. This one didn’t look too bad. He chose flesh-tone...
by Meg | Oct 11, 2022 | Fiction
I have a new story in Bull: “Brunophant: An Ode to Bruno Schultz.” Well, it’s not a new story. It was originally published in an anthology, Smoked Mirrors, edited by Ken Robidoux. Small rooms can chain us to tiny destinies. I envisioned myself bent...
by Meg | Jun 6, 2022 | Fiction
I’ve got a new piece at Anti-Heroin Chic called “No One Asks How Old a Seashell Is?” It begins: Upholstered and isolated, food is canned and repressed, but beverages corner the caged scars of summer. I suck the marrow out of bottles. Today the kid...
by Meg | Apr 26, 2022 | Fiction
I’ve just had a new story published at Revolution John—thanks to Sheldon Compton. “For What It’s Worth” begins: Emmett had his savings in a tube sock he kept in a locked drawer in his home desk. Yes, every time a new construction site went up...
by MegTuite | Mar 1, 2022 | Fiction
I’ve got a new story up at Fictive Dream. THE GIRL’S CUT into us before, so we must be cautious, slippery and set down the script beneath razors, black-outs, speed, any drugs that grapple to keep us unhinged. Read the whole thing here.