Short Fiction and Poetry

lenticular clouds compress logarithmically to the far horizon. [...]

In a holding cell unlike anything on Earth Enrico #29091901 and other human detainees Patiently await voluntary sterilisation [...]

I am who nature needed me to be. Humble beginnings— a nomadic misfit living outdoors, perpetually hungry [...]

Belly-down, torso twisting, spiraling sculptural lines— initiating ideas: pantomime, plastic movement, stage deportment. [...]

Opening the door to the tavern Rotten royal scent fuming from the neck of an empty bourbon flask. [...]

The face of time A countenance of what is. Long forgot is what was. Like dust from boot. [...]

There is an entity living behind my couch. Occasionally it will grab a neck hair freaking out the vacillating stoners. [...]

In the operating room before I go onto the table, go under & undergo the knife [...]

work and mendings for criminal politics: a handbook for hookers [...]

No need to awaken Me from the depths Of my sleep.

Bowls made of wood. Trees made of time. Rings measure volume, recipes, and mark moments to scry [...]

Down from the sky, wings chop and cut and drop to where the dead things lie among the scattered plumes. [...]

oftentimes when we walk Ravenswood through pine and oak and past the boulder fields, towards where the Hermit of Gloucester’s cabin [...]

Not just a billion. Not even a trillion. But twenty thousand trillion here on Earth. Two and a half million for each one of us. [...]

Former Calulu Post Office it says, High Ceilings. Lots of Shedding conjures a wry verb. [...]

1. In every tree, fairies are living. They giggle with the woodbugs and pour teeny tiny cups of tea while they listen to the wind. [...]

It shouldn’t be so hard at this time of night, when the bars are starting to close, I passed on a violet and gave up on a lily, [...]

Be careful where you wander within deep woods and dark hollows when secrets could be waiting. [...]

We still only have a handful of earth filling palms best left unread because the ending ruined long before we were ever born,[...]

The sexual and the spiritual intermingle. Tonight was I betrayed [...]