Short Fiction and Poetry

just because i showed you my light and my flowers doesn't mean that i am not more than mere petals and soft sunlit nights and mornings[...]

Hardwood floor, stained, edges charred black years of praying, of playing, of crying Cobwebs in the windows, roaches on the walls [...]

empty belly — the labourers make noise still noise remain under oppressive rule muted — guns silencing us helmets & boots [...]

The lines run on the surface of her skin, her face Thin, translucent skin Marathoners thirsty for distance, slow but steady [...]

I used to speak with my family more, used to have more friends, Over the years, they have drifted away [...]

Unfortunately right out of the gate I have to tell you that I'm a disabled person If I listed all the things that are wrong [...]

Still dawn, heading southeast Out of Key Largo’s mangroves. Watch your I-phone’s compass move between 90 degrees to 120 [...]

red roofs lichen covered chimneys like sentries make a nonsense of perspective [..]

Nobody really dies my Sunday School teacher says, They live on in Heaven or in Hell if you can call life in Hell life [...]

I drew the Death Card Of ghostly ghastly supernatural significance Cherry-chocolate, lemon-lime Flavors your choice, take your time [...]

Mouths come to their end speak only solemnly yet with fire tongues. Dirt traps and privilege zones that fade [...]

You may not know it, but you're a walking potential poem. All you need to do is double park beside a poet, and they'll turn a page [...]

Not because it’s not visible to me from the root of the palm tree from the wavy paddy fields, the scarecrow calls me [...]

velvet wafts of stale air chewed gum melted into sinking pools for unsuspecting strays who don’t watch the hands of the clock [...]

Musicality of slant rhyme comes naturally to some: as with strangeness and other shortcomings. [...]

All poets are crazy. Listen to them soak sponge in early rain medley notes sounding off [...]

The woman’s hair was brittle and grey, as she lay in her quiet bed. Breathing in the fading day, Soft, weak, shallow [...]

I finally figured out the spice I did not Like, when I was a kid, and grandpa Would hand me spaghetti [...]

Enveloped in exhaust fumes slate-like formations wait for light to change her carbon dress his face of ashes [...]

I’m writing with charcoal in a field on fire because fields burn to burn [...]