Short Fiction and Poetry

I have seen both sides; Now, I cannot close my Eyes amid this freezing Cold kiss of Death [...]

I remember losing the horizon and everything above it. It doesn’t matter, you’d said, distracted, fixing the plate with silvered salts[...]

When I return from my year abroad  you suggest we take a stroll  along the Isis river behind Christ Church meadows [...]

The night is a clock without any face, as it spins in cosmic cacophony. [...]

I would hold you closely in the confines of a nightmare We drift towards hollowness not a mention of empty pools of light [...]

A frayed postman wearing a threadbare flat cap delivers a letter you posted seven years ago. [...]

beyond the forest a field appears, but first you walk though a path that is framed on the sides by tall sumac red [...]

try not to forget try to remember try to remember try to remember [...]

The dimly lit stage has Been lavishly set as Obscure shape-shifting Images and frightening [...]

It's okay not to know who Al Purdy was. He died over twenty years ago, [...]

Every morning, at dawn’s first flicker in the near dark, the small girl watched the thin man descend the steep and stony incline [...]

Hiding behind drawn curtains, wishing herself invisible, she balances on wire thin moments [...]

I am peeved when poems look like poems. It is the same with people. Treacle gets to me. I am good with gruffness [...]

Shortlist Saturdays presents Newborn by Bill Garvey! [...]

Douglas is surrounded by nothingness. [...]

In the same week Merriam-Websters announced authenticity as its word of the year, I was pressed to look up the meaning of emergency [...]

In Poland, I have a cousin who lives in an old Soviet bloc, and on the outside you'd think ruin, [...]

Moon, a smoky melt pasted. Hangs. Wavers. Last night flashes. Cool smell in dry grass. Northern lands so warm. [...]

an owl watches there. what does it know? it must have seen all things. the trees are high and water flows at the bottom after long paths[..]

I stumble over graves, crushing flowers with my heels. The sun fades into the hills, gates scheduled to lock at the first hint of night [..]