Short Fiction and Poetry

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 [...]

Step through the looking glass and you’ll find objects in the mirror are closer than they appear. A raven’s hair, blood red lips [...]

CONCEPTION Where are you from, O spark of Literary life? What gives rise to you? Is it a word, Caught on the edge [...]

The Vampire sits watching by her window knows the colour of my coat, when I put the bins out, do the school run. [...]

Dear Recipient, Though you can’t see Me through the dark Glass in the darkness Of your mounting fear, I sincerely assure you [...]

If stranded on a Deserted Island And then given The choice of a Month’s worth of Food or a month’s Worth of pen and Paper [...]

In the eighties there were sacred nights spent with a cassette birthing wastebaskets full of crumpled papers of possibilities. [...]