Short Fiction and Poetry

Today was the day that she said Daddy, you won’t know the age that I die at [...]

When the derecho winds arrived Friday, they lifted the split-rail fences, tore up most of the barn roof, uprooted the vegetable garden [...]

You text me good morning at midnight. When I wake, I write all the ways to tear down the world with you [...]

but I can’t think about it now coz the sun is shining like a well-polished shoe and life assumes a different rhythm on the weekend [...]

Squiccus hums in low, rhythmic tones and the chipmunk’s breathing slows. With gnarled hands, Squiccus pets the disheveled fur [...]

I was never told the difference between control and love and how the two can be split apart like conjoined twins [...]

A cycloptic bluebird drops social chyme into dependent beaks. They snap and chat, eager to swallow the virus of their dead [...]

That is exactly what he said. “You can’t get a better view than this. Come see.” [...]

I only allow myself to weep when I’m in the shower. Exposed and completely vulnerable [...]

I had been going to yoga courses for a few months and was really enjoying the benefits [...]