Short Fiction and Poetry

In March when the days stretch swollen-jointed fingers through the grey seed hull of winter sun, [...]

I am a lone traveler with a bag of metaphors. It gets bigger with every new person [...] and place, but not in weight.

Open a window, otherwise you’re living in a tomb. Avoid dying on a humid Wednesday, slumped in the communal vinyl throne [...]

Through the crack in my bedroom door, I hear someone say, “It’s as still as death out there.” The metaphor loses me. The dead are never still [...]

DarkWinter Literary Magazine is thrilled to announce our 2026 Best Of The Net nominees!

In daylight songbirds flit in and out of bushes along our usual trail near the field and crows in threes sit in a particular dead tree beside the marsh [...]

we walk by the river talking inside ourselves, like rhapsodies in two reflections- different, but the same. [...]

My room is calmness. Here, in the haze of morning contours take shape, in this gray year that slowly lets go.

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the incredible poetry collection The Self is an Ocean by Cypher!

At Sunset Mother Speaks Of many things but Mostly of the dead. How their eyes are Open now. Finally. [...]

A summons to my own trial without as much as a day’s notice. No time to prep my defence. [...]

mama is not dead. she sits under the plum tree beside my window. she’s a bird with prominent feathers; she’s a girl of fifteen [...]

When I was 11 I was uninvited to a birthday party [...]

An altar, in a polished frame: a photo of you on a dock smiling at a camera over your shoulder.

I’m here now and I know you’ve been waiting so long that the leaves have fallen, the lawnmowers turned to rust, [...]

Like a language you don’t speak, sorrow claims your tongue. You don’t know how it arrived here. [...]

Whoever warned us not to ‘go gently into the night’ never went there himself so he doesn’t know [...]

DarkWinter Lit is thrilled to announce that I Would Bring A Lamb by Adele Evershed was chosen as the winning entry in our 4th Anniversary Poetry Contest! [...]

We live in a house where everything is white like a still life by Giorgio Morandi. The roof line is snow on a mountain

The wind chimes, silver-tongued on the balcony today, different sounds—[...]