Short Fiction and Poetry

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 [...]

A giant loom with ten thousand bobbins churns out blanket after blanket [...]

how quickly flames are smothered in shadows statuesque marble monuments glint in sunlight for a day [...]

my tongue encircles each stale donut hole in their carton like a thought experiment deep in the folds of memory [...]

Hadn’t been able to look in the mirror For the last couple years or so, Scared of exterior proof His interior was crumbling. [...]

the red cardinal in my apple blossom tree knows not of cardinal sins— it sings its proud songs vehemently [...]

Nina did something That she shouldn’t have done. Giddily, thoughtlessly, she looked for an all staff mailing list For help in her search for an apartment. [...]

I, the peregrine, soaring through azure skies on jet-fueled wings, in search of adventures to quench my wanderlust [...]

The little girl holding her mother’s hand in Times Square says, “I just want to touch one, mama.” [...]

I was gifted to the council in sweetgrass, my ribs displayed finely in the October sun. This child had been birthed from the corroded artery, [...]

Harsh, high-piercing cry of the Black Crow. Crow stares, eyes never blink. Peck…peck breaks apart weakened skin. Don’t wear that hat. [...]

I recognize you in the lines you place on paper in the words you recite to an audience in the hopes you express for creating community [...]

Hi, my name is Rosemarie, who are you? We replied hi to the amiable woman Who then moved her beach chair closer to ours. [...]

Best let bygone days be just that, Bye, gone! Lost in the fire from the crash of the car, All our albums up in flames [...]

The clothes are in the dryer. Hannah is asking for another cookie. My husband pumps his fists as  he reaches another level [...]

he stuffed me with torn weather maps, resin, the molars of birds. hung me up in the hall