Short Fiction and Poetry

It was a beautiful seventeenth century farmhouse in a picture postcard English village, the family home of Liz who would drop me off [...]

Between forkfuls of fresh catfish, Ted shares how his dentist built up his jaw with ground cadaver bones [...]

the castle brims with ghosts and nightmares shut behind cobbled stone a white shot against shadows hands outstretched for directions [...]

Clinging to antediluvian violet granite at the foot of the Terry Fox memorial in Thunder Bay a magnificent hand-sized moth [...]

Do you know when it is the middle of dusk and you are in the centre of a liminal time? People don’t talk about the middle of dusk [...]

Aroused from my sleep by a distant peal a solemn, singular measure and catch a glimpse through the curtain lace of the woman I prize [...]

Nightfall is rapidly Approaching fast Encroaching on the Faltering daylight; On the pathway to Castle Dracula in The very heart [...]

I gave you my reflection And became invisible Like a phantom, called upon the night [...]

Did it ever get so bad, that your wife said please stop talking? [...]

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. [...]