Short Fiction and Poetry

The four corners of the wind square off against each other. Blowing snow obliterates the view we accepted years ago [...]

My mother sang to me                              before I was born, ivory melodies that urged me to grow [...]

good things do not come to those who wait forever and ever epoch upon epoch of eagerness [...]

Waving a fistlike polyp, telling the crowd which omnipotent conspiracy to hate next, he cries [...]

My mother sits upon my chest, her talons tightening around my breast until I bled. Her steel grip silences my voice. [...]

An online obit with a photo. Five years ago. Blow-dried cloud around her head. Gone. [...]

Once the Christmas lights and window-candles have gone down cellar for another year, winter’s thief steals the remaining light, [...]

You’ve never gone to sea, but you’ve spent dark clots of time adrift, translating sounds outside the window. [...]

i don’t want to collapse in front of you don’t want you to see me like that otherwise you would know i mean you would really know [...]

In the shadowed alley where the city breathes, Fyodor waits, a figure in the night, [...]

He is proud of two things—his splendid fists. I catch him in the restroom admiring himself in the mirror, clenching, [...]

I spent my childhood with a split open mind,  held in place by my mother’s hand. My eyes were a video camera, [...]

I downloaded twenty years of videos then the headset came to life. A good friend I’d lost touch with appeared in the kitchen [...]

Floating atop waters at midnight The seas of drifting words in moonlight When the moon’s serious ways are blonde

Pressed against my bolted window Distempered locks howl around his craggy face Brittle fingers nag the frame Bid me join the Dervish dance

Art Deco master work of art. Under its roof, the supernatural plays a part. Death runs rampant, comfort is less. [...]

You found your mother last night late in the cold autumn darkness. Hauled her in from the shed wrapped in a thread bare comforter [...]

Innocent girl working out math Squeaky clean after PJs and bath Pencil in hand, eraser at the ready [...]

The winter will be here soon after this enchantment, this copious splendor of Fall the twirling leaves will fade in their multitude of colors [...]

Imagine sledding down this hill under soft snow that has obliterated the street’s concrete, its hard smacks and jagged cracks, [...]