Cake Sanchez

"Tom doesn’t have BizAv, Tom doesn’t have Lincoln Navigators. Tom’s got a closed fist and he knows how to wrap his knuckles on the door of the man who owns it all. That’s what happens to promoted men. They turn their punches into knocks. But at the end of the day, that fist is all they’ve got."

MULES IN PASSENGER SEATS - BRUISER

https://www.bruisermag.com/Cake_Mules

"I say to my uncle that's all well and good but nobody can see the planes up in the sky so what’s it matter? He goes child the mentality goes both ways, you see a tiger you gon' fear a tiger, you fly a tiger you gon' be a tiger."

LIKE A STOP SIGN DAVEY JONES - HAD

https://www.havehashad.com/hadposts/like-a-stop-sign-davey-jones

"I realize now that I felt like an intruder, seeing what ought to be a role model with his hair dripping grease, eyelids out of sync, three different types of stains on his white button-up. His presence made rumors creep through the air, each fresh face who spotted his shambling husk having something new to say, everyone with their own abject, slingshot theories all looped around the same unified thesis: This man drove in from Hell. He chose to go to work like this. He chose to sit next to a child like this."

SHOTGUN THIRTY - BE ABOUT IT PRESS

PART OF BE ABOUT IT'S "GOOD ADVICE" SERIES

https://beaboutitpress.substack.com/p/shotgun-thirty

"...God that camera was shaky, like an earthquake, or a typhoon, or a thousand red roosters charging across the plains cuckooing into the sunset, or are they the ones that cock-a-doodle-doo, or do they tweet, or do they chirp, or do they know what kind of woman they have on that television screen, and if they do, would they show the kindness not to charge across the plains so the cameraman can hold the goddamn thing steady, I bet they wouldn’t, not when she looks like that, I don’t look like that..."

ROOM PARTY BAGUA - EXPAT PRESS

https://expatpress.com/room-party-bagua-cake-sanchez/

"But I never followed the car. That car with its soft pink reminding me of our only spring, holding him under blossoming rhododendrons, spoon-feeding him mashed up pear, wondering what bloom, if any, could outpower his drooling smile. That beautiful, messy face which now screams gwaawahhhrr just one aisle away from me."

ICE BOX CONFESSIONAL - BLOOD+HONEY

https://www.bloodhoneylit.com/fiction/ice-box-confessional

"He isn’t perfect, and he’s never fair, but he’s your own kind, and he’s the only one you have. He’s been in this world longer than you and he knows the customs better than you. He’s been to more places, he’s talked to more boys, woofboys and meowboys and squeakboys and it’s the bullboy he wants, the thin frail capeboy who can’t even breach a cardboard box."

LATE-NIGHT CAVE SHADOW SEX - TALL TAILS WORLDWIDE

https://azon-bobcat.itch.io/tall-tails-worldwide-zero

"There’s a person somewhere in this. I saw this person three months ago. Within these hurried sketches, these scribbled notes, there’s actual, real magic. These are the building blocks to recalling life. That’s why I have to be exact in my estimations, I have to know every precise detail down to the atomic level. I’m not trying to invent anybody here, I’m trying to bring somebody back."

THE BURNING OF TULA VALDI'S ZOZOBRA

https://definitelypisk.itch.io/the-burning-of-tula-valdi-s-zozobra

"You’re a raccoon by the time I get to the hotel. The stench in the room is overwhelming, although you promised you’d clean your suit before we met. Assorted empty Monster cans litter a pathway to the bed like corner store luminarias. Does this make me your Christ? Christ, I hope not."

1994 SKATE HEAVEN, PA

https://www.athinsliceofanxiety.com/2026/06/fiction-1994-skate-heaven-pa.html?m=1