Short Fiction and Poetry

Celeste hunches over the bin. Plick. Plick plick. Peeler against sweet potato taps out the percussive diatribe ever playing around her[...]

We drown daily in a deluge Of distortions and images; Widely disseminated narratives Of wanton carnage [...]

All of Annie’s life had been devoted to making herself disappear, from the time her mother had  vanished [...]

The shade is a shade of loneliness, while the fresh air is ruined by the stink of a cancer diagnosis, falling out of a doctor's mouth [...]

The apartment smelled the same as it had for the last three weeks and it wasn’t exactly pleasant [...]

The Moonlight you gave up on my loneliness. i gave up on your desire. we are never able to kill each other. all we can do is to live like...

No future aged scene where you count my pills, no marriage bed thrum, giddy days all done, a melancholic outline of pale hills [...]

“It's now been 25 days since the sombs have attacked. Most of us don't even bother counting, as each day is a struggle in itself [...]

just because i showed you my light and my flowers doesn't mean that i am not more than mere petals and soft sunlit nights and mornings[...]

September is a funny month. You never know how she will present herself: clinging fiercely to the last late orange and pink sunsets [...]