Short Fiction and Poetry

Today I am held at arm’s length from my dreams. The fog envelops the velvet hand that holds them up to an invisible sun. [...]

A corpse came out to play, unknowing.  Today he plays the part of a man,  he doesn't need shoes where he's going. [...]

A yellow petal. Also a balcony made of stone. A light to light words at the nocturne. Below a group of stray dogs run through, beige [...]

I'm a poet who drinks only red wine. When inebriated with earthly delusion and desire, I crawl inside this empty bottle [...]

Enough beer in my sails and I will declaim till the proverbial cows fly over the gate, [...]

They are bailing water, my tears, from the sinking ship like Alice. I remember coaxing plums into my mouth in September [...]

And then one day I knew I must find Zakarias. I remembered his name from my childhood, spoken of softly and with reverence [...]

My father and I go to the city dump. Amid the mountains of smell and scurrying rodents, we're looking for the trash of others [...]

I want to make scarves from the sky. Since I’m not much of a seamstress, here’s hoping it won’t be too hard. [...]

3 Collaborative Tan-Renga Poems by Mystic Poet (Christina Chin/Uchechukwu Onyedikam) [...]

He emerged from a giant agate egg at the edge of time’s supernatural savanna, rubbed his eyes so that he could observe what surrounded [...]

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!” [...]