Short Fiction and Poetry

Not only have I been saddled with a rookie, but he’s an annoying sunworshipper from Malibu who can’t stop complaining [...]

He didn't believe in ghosts. Not really. They were something from the past, something old people created to make sense of events [...]

Two women jog in the dark pre-dawn glowing with fitness and self-discipline along the straight streets, but not together. [...]

I met my friend Hunter in downtown Toronto after his long journey through the Middle East. It was a hot day, and he looked aged [...]

The mountains stretch behind me Wind blew me out of town The morning sun will blind me I rode the highway down [...]

We are stuck between nowhere and somewhere— where the earth’s true north and magnetic north align. Reapers reach out to us from beyond[...]

Laura bit her lip, barely able to contain a smile of excitement as she pressed the vintage seal onto the wax, adding her classic red lip[..]

Each day seeing more And more petals have Dropped and wishing That I could save them

He peers out the attic window. The night sky is clear though the forecast says snow. He taps a crooked finger on the painted trim [...]

Baxter House Editions presents The Streets, Like Flowers, Come Alive In The Rain by Steve Denehan!