Short Fiction and Poetry

The road East today was empty. My blue Pontiac was the only car on the dark road. Winter fog hung in the air [...]

Lost deep in the woods of Algonquin Park, they follow a curling thread of smoke, their last hope before nightfall. The air hums [...]

Reading the document one more time, I knew it was done. It was as good as I would be able to get it. I probably would make it worse [...]

The air smelled like rust and salt the day the storm warnings came. In Asheville, North Carolina, where the Appalachian ridges fold [...]

It didn’t happen often; sometimes a decade or more would pass, and it never was in the same location: Cold, clammy winds [...]

When I escape this Nightmare, I’ll be onto the next. Nothing ever changes, not for the better. I wonder why I hope.[...]

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My bells sings from my gold   and black-washed neck, slinking   between the monuments, rolling on   stones that dance [...]

Berghoff’s is a great place to eat, drink and remember. I come here fairly often, usually to ogle our bartender, Jackie [...]

I saw a man tonight who obviously Did not belong; He walked amongst his children And they were all bathed In silver; [...]