Short Fiction and Poetry

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, [...]

As far back as my mind can envision, our large eclectic, extended family convened at my grandparents’ Victorian house [...]

Do  memories  lie forgotten,  buried deep beneath some foreign plot of soil? [...]

Liam and Mick had hatched a plan. They needed some cash for they were broke. They used to care for an older man who’d died that day of a massive stroke. [...]

To look at me is to know I shouldn’t and don’t want to be here, [...]

I enjoy writing with my hand much more than typing email messages Says my wife as she pauses to lift her pen from the stationery paper[...]

When the last whisky bottle wakes up empty, filled up with silence, I'm left with a feeling that isn't withdrawal or craving, [...]

Something hot to eat with something cold to drink. I see you lick an ice cream cone, and now I want one too. I check my phone for a text, an update, a sign, I sigh. [...]

Detonate is as good a word as any, good, say, as kiss, usually less personal but delivering as much feeling—[...]