Short Fiction and Poetry

Luke Russell held the rock in his hand. He didn’t know why he picked up the rock; he just had a need to hold it [...]

My thoughts swirl and collide, then rip apart, lost to me. Time has no meaning, and I drift trapped [...]

City that held me in its undercurrents: drug deals, bars at night, bands that came & went like minor crimes [...]

The drizzle had no idea how to take the next step and burst into rain. A leaf the color of autumn drifted [...]

for the first time in ages I welcome the warm weight of a small child on my lap the nape of her neck beneath her silken hairline [...]

It began with a samba in my chest, a crow beating its wings in furious tempo against my rib bones [...]

My ex-wife had rung me ten times in as many minutes. I couldn’t explain; she wouldn’t give me the chance [...]

I’m the quiet one. The one they, whoever they are, tell you to look out for. They’re right. [...]

Off in the glades, a fawn crouches, hears its own heartbeat, a wolf upwind. & still a whole field killed by lightning. [...]

The anxiety pounds & Fear S I N K S i n t o my marrow [...]