Short Fiction and Poetry

The lights go on and a man in a sky-blue sports jacket and black pants comes out onto the stage holding a microphone. He waits for extensive applause[...]

Black notes on a staff of sky, crows revive fragments of hymns believers have long forgotten. [...]

I am the ghost of Relevance. I hang in this hotel. I don’t care much for fragrances I’ve lost my sense of smell. [...]

The cake was purchased from Gladwell’s Bakery on Queen’s Street. The shop had a pastel pink front door and a window display adorned with strawberry-filled pastries[...]