Short Fiction and Poetry

I was once a damsel in a dress, a sparkle in an eye that never blinked, a master of incarcerating bitterness on the back of my tongue [...]

Today was the day that she said Daddy, you won’t know the age that I die at [...]

You text me good morning at midnight. When I wake, I write all the ways to tear down the world with you [...]

but I can’t think about it now coz the sun is shining like a well-polished shoe and life assumes a different rhythm on the weekend [...]

I was never told the difference between control and love and how the two can be split apart like conjoined twins [...]

A cycloptic bluebird drops social chyme into dependent beaks. They snap and chat, eager to swallow the virus of their dead [...]

I only allow myself to weep when I’m in the shower. Exposed and completely vulnerable [...]

She awoke draped in transparency. The cemetery was wandering across her mind like a nightmare in a shadow box [...]

I heard the cry of seagulls far away. It echoed in the chambers overhead And lingered in my ears a while, So serene and peaceful [...]

Tears like summer rain mark complicated emotions on my cheeks [...]

These darkened bones of half broken horses. Arguing at a gallop soon they became drenched in lather [...]

City that held me in its undercurrents: drug deals, bars at night, bands that came & went like minor crimes [...]

for the first time in ages I welcome the warm weight of a small child on my lap the nape of her neck beneath her silken hairline [...]

It began with a samba in my chest, a crow beating its wings in furious tempo against my rib bones [...]

Off in the glades, a fawn crouches, hears its own heartbeat, a wolf upwind. & still a whole field killed by lightning. [...]

The anxiety pounds & Fear S I N K S i n t o my marrow [...]

Drive out to the wild coast, to forget. Imagine a life— drift across the Atlantic & don’t look back [...]

A spindly death at sixteen is not too bad a fate. What’s there to lose but youth? What’s there to fear but death? [...]

I have lost my voice. The only word I have ever felt beating in my heart, echoing through my mind has been taken from me [...]

Vintage vacuum cleaner sucks the detritus of life into its wheeled, round chamber [...]