Short Fiction and Poetry

Down from the sky, wings chop and cut and drop to where the dead things lie among the scattered plumes. [...]

Majid Sardar is the name of a real man in prison in Iran. He moved to Canada from Indonesia because he had a job offer [...]

oftentimes when we walk Ravenswood through pine and oak and past the boulder fields, towards where the Hermit of Gloucester’s cabin [...]

Not just a billion. Not even a trillion. But twenty thousand trillion here on Earth. Two and a half million for each one of us. [...]

The moss is more than a novelty wig. Carefully note how it infiltrates, appearing overnight on the scalp of a roof [...]

Former Calulu Post Office it says, High Ceilings. Lots of Shedding conjures a wry verb. [...]

1. In every tree, fairies are living. They giggle with the woodbugs and pour teeny tiny cups of tea while they listen to the wind. [...]

I never went into the basement again after what I saw. “A horror cave,” that’s what my dad called it. He is obsessed with scary movies [..]

It shouldn’t be so hard at this time of night, when the bars are starting to close, I passed on a violet and gave up on a lily, [...]

Be careful where you wander within deep woods and dark hollows when secrets could be waiting. [...]