Short Fiction and Poetry

She finds me on the precipice of sleep— her icy fingers grip my mind and melt it into pools of nightmares and try to drown me in them. [...]

Out of the warmth and into the night where most would feel only fright I stroll my way [...]

Eight bars around the block—soon to be nine Abandoned Saturday morning—this street of mine [...]

An Edison bulb is nostalgia, swinging like a disjointed eyeball. Slubbed grease toes, maintenance of viper pronged gastrointestinal gears. [...]

The water moved so fast as it hurled itself over the upper falls. The rapids were of which I had never seen. The majestic power [...]

Under cover of night A cold chill ensuing; Something wasn’t Quite right, [...]

DarkWinter Literary Magazine is thrilled to announce our 2025 Best Of The Net nominees! [...]

I listen to dark jazz In the shadows and corners Of my mind Its unrelenting beat Thrums against my sanity [...]

“It’s all about balance,” Shirlene said, Tying the surgical cord around Her arm, with Trembling fingers [...]

Living among the beach gulls, the turtles crawling back into the ocean are torches battling the salty wind [...]

Sure, an oyster holds secrets but I own an oyster knife. I can read that thought every morning in my lover's eyes as I wake her [...]

Let t be time, a linear axis—or so we believe. Yet time does not move forward; it folds: [...]

Why does your ghost attach itself to me What raving aching delights it so To lick at my fingers in fever’s chill [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the poetry collection Quantum, by Irina Moga [...]

We fell into pauper’s tears, into the crime of shadows We fell deeply like wells without wall [...]

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. [...]