Short Fiction and Poetry

At fourteen, my friend Eddie and I decided we were ready to lose our virginities.  To each other. [...]

Waving a fistlike polyp, telling the crowd which omnipotent conspiracy to hate next, he cries [...]

My mother sits upon my chest, her talons tightening around my breast until I bled. Her steel grip silences my voice. [...]

The old stove smoked as she pulled the muffins out and placed them on the table. It had probably been there since the house was built [...]

An online obit with a photo. Five years ago. Blow-dried cloud around her head. Gone. [...]

I’m in a casino watching lots of people playing different games and they all have that desperate, grim look upon their faces. [...]

Once the Christmas lights and window-candles have gone down cellar for another year, winter’s thief steals the remaining light, [...]

Chelsea always had a cigarette clasped between her fingers.  That day she’d chosen Marlboros, courtesy of her five-finger discount. [...]

You’ve never gone to sea, but you’ve spent dark clots of time adrift, translating sounds outside the window. [...]

It looked like a normal Henry, only in black. Same tub-shaped vacuum cleaner, with the same friendly smile and upward looking eyes [...]