Short Fiction and Poetry

try not to forget try to remember try to remember try to remember [...]

The dimly lit stage has Been lavishly set as Obscure shape-shifting Images and frightening [...]

It's okay not to know who Al Purdy was. He died over twenty years ago, [...]

Every morning, at dawn’s first flicker in the near dark, the small girl watched the thin man descend the steep and stony incline [...]

Hiding behind drawn curtains, wishing herself invisible, she balances on wire thin moments [...]

I am peeved when poems look like poems. It is the same with people. Treacle gets to me. I am good with gruffness [...]

Shortlist Saturdays presents Newborn by Bill Garvey! [...]

Douglas is surrounded by nothingness. [...]

In the same week Merriam-Websters announced authenticity as its word of the year, I was pressed to look up the meaning of emergency [...]

In Poland, I have a cousin who lives in an old Soviet bloc, and on the outside you'd think ruin, [...]

Moon, a smoky melt pasted. Hangs. Wavers. Last night flashes. Cool smell in dry grass. Northern lands so warm. [...]

an owl watches there. what does it know? it must have seen all things. the trees are high and water flows at the bottom after long paths[..]

I stumble over graves, crushing flowers with my heels. The sun fades into the hills, gates scheduled to lock at the first hint of night [..]

solitude shines in the blade of a knife ornate patterns carved into the handle an alluring thing i grasp a piece of beauty [...]

Golden glitter unicorn snowglobe gifted at Christmas, shaken, spun. Hunches and hints of past adventures, [...]

Have you been at old Tinharp's lea That's local to the blue fount's welling? Then must have seen the broad-leaved tree—[...]

Come quickly.    Be furtive and ever silent. As voyeurs we shall bear novel witness.  Look there and give account... [...] 

Two women jog in the dark pre-dawn glowing with fitness and self-discipline along the straight streets, but not together. [...]

The mountains stretch behind me Wind blew me out of town The morning sun will blind me I rode the highway down [...]

We are stuck between nowhere and somewhere— where the earth’s true north and magnetic north align. Reapers reach out to us from beyond[...]