Short Fiction and Poetry

Tickets went on sale at 10 am. Taney, seventh in line, had been camped out for days. Braved rain, sleet, jeers [...]

Mouths come to their end speak only solemnly yet with fire tongues. Dirt traps and privilege zones that fade [...]

1:30 already? Goddamn it to hell! Of all the days I could randomly choose to squander, this is not it. [...]

You may not know it, but you're a walking potential poem. All you need to do is double park beside a poet, and they'll turn a page [...]

“I've got to get out of these clothes—fast.” Startled out of my thoughts, I turned to my husband, unsure of what I'd just heard. [...]

Not because it’s not visible to me from the root of the palm tree from the wavy paddy fields, the scarecrow calls me [...]

THE DAY THAT’S COMING FOR YOU calls at dawn to say they’re on the way. Addled, you drop the phone. Shiver through a shower [...]

“You’ve done what?” “Think of it as a holiday.” “We don’t do holidays.” “Exactly!” I pointed my finger in the air [...]

velvet wafts of stale air chewed gum melted into sinking pools for unsuspecting strays who don’t watch the hands of the clock [...]

What it began with, I know finally, is my grim curiosity. It tunneled into my brain like a small, helpless animal when I was a child. [...]