Short Fiction and Poetry

The last time he spoke was last night to his wife and children and others nearby whom he thought should hear [...]

Birdie remembered the drive, the churlish surface of old gravel and pockmarked blacktop, the red and silver maples that idled by [...]

The décor is a strange mix of antique styles, from medieval to Victorian. The more I peer at the details the more uncertain the results [...

A jar of jellybeans sits on the kitchen table. Popcorn-flavored, speckled in butter-yellow spots, mixed with strawberry, jalapeño [...]

Running my hand over the Blitzer Automatic Juicer’s sleek body, I look for hardened crystals of sugar I missed the last time I washed...