Short Fiction and Poetry

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. [...]

This is the elegy I sculpt into cursive with the connective tissue strung between our bodies like a thread and two tin cans [...]

I remember how every day was an adventure.  We, the heroes, sharing segments of tangerine   and secrets in a made-up language. [...]

The lady at the door asked if I believed in God, I told her honestly, I’m only searching for a breather, [...]

I decided on precautions. Stop speaking to anyone you knew in the suburbs. Smother an awful language with another awful language. Baby photos in the landfill. [...]

If I’d known that human life was going to be this bleak, I would have brought an umbrella. I would have purchased an extra toothbrush and the newest edition of “Pollyanna.” [...]

Baxter House Editions, an imprint of DarkWinter Press, is thrilled to announce the release of Tapestry of Tales and Poetry, an anthology by the Writers of Brant [...]

Inside this late October 31st night, this poem turns into a pumpkin. Animation, something has gone devilishly wrong with my imagery.[...]

That would be the day if, as the Scottish Play states, real leaders gone astray have to face how far they’ve fallen [...]

A crunchy peach separates perfectly. No stringy pulp is left in the craggy pit. [...]

As tear-away tongues lash out From black cats that spew and spout A witch-hat is like the top of a house With cobwebs and a quiet mouse [...]

Let’s just say that nothing matters within the matter and that the chokehold of life is really a cloud that never knows [...]

Spirits of the forest come dance with me come swirl and twirl in your bleached bark robes I see you there [...]

waded near the shore tides flush with our hips beads of salt water citrine on your skin [...]

Untimely         Accidentally putting the wrong coat on, Only realising by the gloves, Feeling she was luckier. Mittens on strings,...

You are sitting alone, somewhere, tuning in to the primary auditory cortex decoding the context of vibrational oscillations [...]

DarkWinter Press is excited to announce the authors and their books that we've secured as of now for the remainder of 2025 until Fall 2026!

I always think of us as something else, geraniums  thriving amid the Dust Bowl, glimpses of hope to weary travelers having lost it all.[...]

In the attic of my mind, I found a locked drawer— beneath layers of dust-laced grief, it pulsed faintly, as if waiting to be opened [...]