Short Fiction and Poetry

The dead always speak more clearly than the living, especially when you’re dreaming. It was after my father’s sudden death [...]

I keep thinking about the time in high school when you drew me a map of the city, I still have it somewhere. [...]

Don't breathe. Lock your eyes on it as you reach for the light, millimetre by grueling millimetre. It's there, it's there, it's...click[...]

If you ask ten or thirty people whom they hate, they say they've never hated anyone. So why don't people shoot up when the chair says: [...]

The night train reflected the moonlight as it slithered through the landscape, a steel serpent whose dim lights flickered [...]

Every night he painted wide crosses on large canvases, and when he woke the next morning, a pale featureless figure would be stretched [...]

A rectilinear pool. Immersed and still, we’re inside Rothko’s painting: [...]

They don’t ask if you are a juggler, when you inquire about laser vision correction, [...]

It was Di’s friend Marnie who introduced her to her colleague,  Rupert. ‘Oh you’ll love him,’ Marnie enthused. [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the poetry collection Smatterings of Cerulean by Susan Richardson [...]