Short Fiction and Poetry

The hours slap-chugging a microbial path At a bacterial pace Across the shrugging ocean’s skin Has reduced many to choking eels, [...]

Why did he have to go to Japan? That May. It was too far for an impulse trip. Even old people book tickets [...]

The bars hem me in They are in truth phantoms My sandals drag circles In the damp sand forming trenches of forgetting [...]

Outside the clinic, the sun strikes white marble that covers the entire area, while the walls of glass on the right side [...]

Why can’t we change as quickly as an October landscape, whose air no longer sounds with terns and jays [...]

roaming hand in hand in a comely plain all of a sudden [...]

Our belly’s flat with hunger, our skin cracks from cold, we shiver and laugh when we see the breath come out of our mouths [...]

Seemingly the sun is leaving the earth in the lurch I snuff out the candle and retire to the bedstead to sacrifice the gleams [...]

they take their tea in the dusk like vespers steam rising to rebuke the chill the mug is chipped and blue and their favorite [...]

Dinner tonight with Barbara. We’re making salads. My best friend. She is. And vegan too (of course!). [...]

Cologne in the summer, crowds meander through hazy streets from the cathedral to the bridge, the place where sweethearts meet. [...]

What else do you need to know? Outside our boxes of light, ghosts we no longer believe in refuse to flicker or flinch at the edges,[...]

Put your lips to the edges of this glowing pyre. A guilty taste of the pleasure that is destruction. [...]

You scream into the Void All the pain never said But you scream it all the same [...]

It’s nights like this when Earth’s dark and serene, I sink into its inky swell of anonymity. [...]

The strawberries taste of dead people. I imagine, when they burst with flavour on my tongue, that I can taste the bone ash [...]

Roses giving us a reason to talk, like nosebleed stained toilet paper, and what are words, but sophisticated noise [...]

April 2015, my first NHL game: staying on a friend's couch in Saint-Henri, I discover a boon of tax-return mad-money in my bank account[...]

I fell awake. That mistake again! All these holes to stumble into – some of them the precise shape of the body [...]

Like the rain-wrung tome held fast to my chest, the organic one toyed, or more specifically tombed with by my mother’s hot saltwater [...]