Short Fiction and Poetry

Now after fifty years my once professoressa I am still afraid to write this You were my sad mother too [...]

Several days of soul-searching and wavering finally convinced Colin Finch he had to tell his wife. Deep down he knew it all along. [...]

“She’ll appear,” said Tomi. He looked up at the portrait at the front of the sanctuary. “Mother Zsuzsa said she would.” [...]

When I was eleven I wrote my name on notebook pages, tested other lineages on my tongue [...]

I decided it was worth it – you were worth it – when I moved the last hundred dollars from my savings to my chequing [...]

“Dear Elaine,” she writes. “Should have been a nun. Should have. Would have been a good one too. [...]

At their second world convention those Shakespearean scholars fight for seats in Washington’s Hilton just for the privilege of hearing [...]

I awoke with a start. No idea what the time was, only that it was still dark outside the bedroom windows, and the room was dark [...]

Listen, I know this whole thing is going to sound crazy as all get out but bear with me. The thing you need to know is [...]

Fall let go of leaves like a drunk his inhibitions and winter proved that cold is lack of heat. And now it’s time for buds. Erupt! [...]