Short Fiction and Poetry

The figure sits centered in the middle of the painting, the idea of an easy chair floating around her, a woman with chin in hand [...]

The blue pumpkin variety, from Queensland, is the color of the sky at night, when there’s a full moon, with a bit of fog. [...]

The sanctuary was hidden deep in the glaucous forest, a place where the air smelled of earth and sky. [...]

There are women in small towns that stand outside the bar with a Canadian in their right hand and a cigarette in their left [...]

Detective Frank Sturgeon kept the roller skates found that summer on Pier 48 in remembrance of a girl named Annie. [...]

Two hours and twenty-seven minutes. That’s how long he had. Two hours and twenty-seven minutes until the killer murdered again. [...]

Blood told. It told whom to wed and whom to kill, who ruled and who kneeled. It told Leonora’s betrothal at sixteen to King Marcus [...]

Tara lay lifeless in her bed. The overcast evening sky taunted her, for it was nearly time to go to work. [...]

Fleeing to the New World was supposed to bring safety.  That hope proved to be a cruel deception. [...]

The manager of Rusterman’s Restaurant is much annoyed when Wendy, the new hostess, interrupts him [...]

We strong-armed our stepma. Halloween is all about blackmail when you’re ten years old. Gimme a treat or I’ll play a trick on you [...]

Doug Byrne’s store, between Cundy’s Harbor and Five Islands, is a ramshackle Downeast  barn. Some years ago, he painted the place white[...]

I had been looking closely at the property section of the local newspaper. We both wanted to move house that summer. [...]

After seven days of intolerable confinement, Izzy decided that this foggy afternoon was the right time to free herself. [...]

It was a fitting name, Rolling Vistas, situated on the edge of a picturesque town near the sprawling Shawnee National Forest. [...]

I am in the doctor’s examining room asking for the impossible. I tell him I have a sickness, a duplicate disease [...]

An alligator-sighting in the woods causes a stir on campus. Some say they’ve seen it basking in the sun outside Dean Lontmeiser’s office[..]

He clumsily stumbled into a tree, catching himself before collapsing into a forest of dreams. His mind was in a haze [...]

Dressed in a tattered green cagoule and oversized yellow boots, Mister Whistler cut a peculiar figure. [...]

Bennie turned from Kai to hide her glee. Her pulse quickened. She stayed silent and awaited the push, the pressure.  [...]