Short Fiction and Poetry

My granddaughter is very gifted already, but in a very strange way…[...]

On the map, now, if you can find it, south of Ypres, it’s Sint-Elooi [...]

If you feed them, they will come. It’s true for birds, squirrels, stray cats, sharks, and, if you consider the average church picnic [...]

The maidens all line up, row by row. Sew their mouths into smiles and while away the afternoons near the riverbed [...]

Turn to the next page. In this dog magazine. Skip the Table of Contents. Skip the Editorial. But stop for the photo [...]

“Game night has been moved from your place to A’s house,” S informs me. “You’re welcome to join.” Wait. [...]

There are no words Because words can lead to death [...]

The year that I died, I started learning origami. My fingers dulled the folds with nervous perspiration and my jaw ached [...]

A prophecy says the sea will drown clouds Disarm them of thunder and lightning, Of heavy rains, hail and snow [...]

Gravity pulls on a feather as much as a bowling ball, but other things get in the way, slowing a feathery descent [...]