Short Fiction and Poetry

You only understand ants once you know what it is to share things, to share what you have counted and saved.

They tell me that I will reap what I sow All of my tears fall like seeds to the ground I am the grass from which everything grows

We meant sour mouse and not sugar mouse, our mistake, please keep trusting us to produce your children’s literature [...]

You have been my client now for over a quarter of a century. To this day I hear you asking all the wrong questions [...]

Realizing how small your life is, especially next to a dinosaur skeleton someone carefully dusted and cleaned [...]

The road maps itself out. Pallbearers look around, but there is no public transport [...]

How I’d love to fall in love with you and see the city on a tandem bike (I can’t bike, you’ll have to help me). [...]

It was disgustingly hot, no clouds, no breeze, felt as though if you reached just a bit you could touch the sun. There is a diner [...]

I saw a summer tanager or did I just see a mirage? There was only a glimpse of red on my left side as I walked [...]

Sunlight flicks the pineal switch and The Clever Boy roils out of bed slipping unseen past the Scylla and Charybdis [...]

DarkWinter Press is excited to announce our latest release, the ekphrastic poetry collection Hopper by Steve Denehan!

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

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

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

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

We found a warning carved into a rock so my brothers rolled it into the culvert on the side of the road. [...]

The night sky is alive tonight with glittering Diamels and chittering super-strings of crickets, [...]

Send me astray where I can fling my heart away. I’ll meet you there atop the stairs far from here. [...]

The flowers warmed to the sound of her voice When she sang in lower case her alto matte finish voice  Delicate petals half fell [...]

Their families are pleased to announce the marriage of their children Miss Jo March and Master Bruce Wayne on June 1, 1867 [...]