This memory is about that humiliating moment on prom night, 1964. For the location of your keys, see this morning (page does not exist).

R. Gatwood is not a free encyclopedia that anyone can edit.

He doesn’t like the commission’s definition of “torture” and how it makes him think about his dad in a different way.

R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead) is a verbal construct.

This December marks Nanoism’s first author spotlight since its inception over six years ago. Every week this month, we’re featuring a story by the same author: one of our very favorites, R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead). Enjoy!

She’d asked him for an answer, but there was only the important sound of meat being separated from bone, the tiny roar of the lantern.

Heather Murphy lives in the mountains of Oregon, where it is too beautiful for mere adjectives.

We talked philosophy all through the night, until the sun didn’t come up. When she finally left, I was no longer sure who or if we were.

Daniel Galef writes things sometimes.

As she plodded back towards her mama’s trailer after three long years, she wondered if that was a mirror waiting in the doorway.

Karl Lykken hails from Texas.

You walk until you can walk no further, then look up at the stars. Have they changed? Have you? It doesn’t matter. You are never going back.

Evelyn Benvie writes for fun and the distant hope of someday getting paid for it.

In the zombie version of Hamlet there’s this awkward moment when everyone gets back up and they have to decide what to do next.

Matthew Wester is amused by that moment he shares he’s a pastor and people start to worry about how many times they just cursed.

The Higgs field collapsed. Matter dematerialized at the speed of light. Neil confronted Herb and neither knew it when nothing hit them.

Frank Hubeny is enjoying materialization while he has the chance.

I have a wife and a mistress. Providing both believe me in the company of the other, they don’t look for me—freeing me to pray full time.

Soren James arrived on this planet incarcerated in language—later seeking to invert this prison to a temple of contemplation.