Posts by Adam McOmber

October 20, 2021 | Fiction

It's Later Than You Think

Adam McOmber

When I was dead, I returned to my father’s house, an old farmstead in Northwestern Ohio, and I stood alone in the gravel drive, satisfied to see that the house was just as I remembered it—small and gray, rising on a plot of land west of a moonlit apple orchard.


October 14, 2015 | Fiction


Adam McOmber

Here, in the green glass light of the parlor, Swaingrove cultivates its memories.