Short Fiction and Poetry

Outside, the moon has taken to blue. So, too, have the windows, the doors, the oaks, the eiderdown, and the vaporous air [...]

“TREE when you're tall, now reach up high,” the librarian calls out, jumping up in his sandals just a little bit [...]

“Honey, our son is not in his room.” I stare back at my wife in her cute pink pyjamas and ruffled hair, looking all beautiful [...]

Unfortunately right out of the gate I have to tell you that I'm a disabled person If I listed all the things that are wrong [...]

A telegram arrived stating my cousin, Virginia, was dead. Be on the 8:00 p.m. train to Wichita. Marshall Adams would meet me [...]

Still dawn, heading southeast Out of Key Largo’s mangroves. Watch your I-phone’s compass move between 90 degrees to 120 [...]

red roofs lichen covered chimneys like sentries make a nonsense of perspective [..]

The Appalachian Trail ran 71 miles through the Great Smoky Mountains. After trekking the first mile, the Huxley family stopped [...]

Before the cockerel’s dawn call, Adeen counted ten blind steps, found the gate post with an outstretched hand, and turned right [...]

I watch a woman bend over double. She buries her head in the lowest drawer, her rear cresting over her shoulders. She thumps the wood [...]