John Fish

"We’re all the same always and forever so there is no search really. It’s all a game. Like a cat trying to catch a toy."

Dead People at a Party
By John Fish

I dreamed of dead people at a party. It was an odd invitation. An odd affair. We had all been at the same party the night before and it hadn’t been much …

19×24in. acrylic on cardboard

"Best be home by dark," Grandma said. "There’s hoards of villains out there tonight."
Bart knew she was referring to the festival being held at the shipping do…

Joey wrote. He wrote on a yellow legal pad that he had purchased at the 99 Cent Store. He wanted to write about what it was that had brought him to this point. Those few key decisions. What had…

Alway looking for the light, he fell to the pavement, reached for a hand and closed his fist. The gutter loomed higher as he tried to lift his heart, his mind, his memories to a lofty spot high…

The singer sang a song about flowers that popped out of cans of diet soda and turned into potato chips. He lined the children up along a park bench and gave them cookies that had been baked by …

The Sun Merchant led me around the corner of a cliff where villages were tucked away, high above, and the walls of rocks were etched with panels of carved animals to ward off waring tribes and …

He thought himself exceedingly grand as he strolled down Ninth Street. He passed the diner with it’s bread, the bank, the tower of blue, the cold, dark catacombs of the underground parking lot,…

Days inside provoked the widow to assemble a garage sale in front of her home on a Sunday morning. She realized after lugging a few things outside that it was a lot more work than planned. She …

She leaned forward with a slow rustling movement that made me think she may have fallen asleep. The memorial fountain gushed with bubbling light and sparkles flew across her faded floral patter…