Short Fiction and Poetry

we used to run and laugh together, catching frogs and snakes with our hands. you helped me pull my rubber boots on [...]

You are never Alone so long as You connect with The nonhuman world. Their spirits travel Beneath, above, And beside us. [...]

Stained, stray haired surface of odor-wrapped fabric — to nestle into and dream on— [...]

You disliked me quite spontaneously after that Developed quite a flair It didn’t matter if I twisted this way or that [...]

So many old friends upstanding on long shelves safe between strangers, holding secrets to all but me [...]

The otherworld-gate loomed high, bright-hider cloaked in his heavy shroud, keeping the warmth-lugger distant. [...]

I read about it on my phone.  The children. Their father. The fire. I wondered how a mother Could go on this way. [...]

That’s not my house  I don’t live here  I see it I feel it smell it  Someone is close  Touching me, drawing my energy [...]

I walked with my invisible dog on a leash and people with real dogs smiled and said, “What a lovely animal!” [...]

I was on a trail. But then I was on a train. I was with the beloved. How come the sun doesn’t hurt your eyes with the brightness [...]

This is not a letter. This is a rant. This is a speech. This is a statement. I am sick and tired of making a plan [...]

I am an unsuccessful man. My mind wanders. Suddenly I’m adrift in deep, open water. [...]

Leaf of brass Barn of blood Belladonna, sty of mud Sallow field Scent of ash Marigold and heather lash [...]

O devil? No devil behind an old oak tree; no matter how much I wish there could be [...]

The sky was impossibly blue, and though it was hurricane season, nothing had appeared weather wise. Until it did. [...]

i wake up to a haze of automatic thoughts i drop a little jazz on my player suit up in my best shirt and check my cell phone [...]

I was brushing my teeth with a cigarette butt in the shitter of some dive, testing whether or not the shadow in the mirror was halfway [...]

The dictionary animals are fast asleep, as they have been all their lives, as you were told when you were told [...]

The birds fly up, The birds fly down, The birds fly underneath the ground[...] In layers of silt, beneath our feet Their feathers rustle,

Old men puff cigars as crows caw on wire, and rain cleans the roofs, spilling onto tarped stands [...]