Short Fiction and Poetry

I arrived in Los Llanos de San Juan Bautista in a time of strong, dry winds, not warm, in the time before Easter. [...]

Crows pick at the bones of one of their kind. He is gazing at the stars, But with sightless eyes, [...]

This morning, I stepped out of the shower and felt a mild pain. A small, nagging, rash-like burning tickled me [...]

During my season in hell I ran into Rimbaud who I immediately called Rambo— and as he went for my throat, I blocked his hand [...]

The sun’s intensity was now shifting, almost horizontal, and the noon shadows—scarce as they were among stone ledgers and sand [...]

Home to a hobby farm From a small-town 9 to 5 Gravel crunching under wheels Long dust boiling out behind [...]

Through yet unimagined, particles of sound, or waves, if you will the calls of bells blast out of every flower, [...]

I spent my youth running from my past. Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” became my compass, though the roads I chose often led to dead ends [...]

Somewhere from the other side of his dream, Edward could hear the ringing. It reached across the landscape of subconscious [...]

I need a final peaceful resting place, I said to God, after all these years searching. I've tried finding it on my own [...]