Short Fiction and Poetry

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

“So, what you’re telling me, Mr. Thanatos, is that you’re depressed about your job.”   The man sitting in the chair across from her nodded. [...]

the day after my dad died   i find my way back to the fallen white pine slide my sad body inside a pelt-soft opening...

“Sweet!” Rick grinned as his cell pinged with a new order from the DeliveryToGo App. Easy money, man. He took his phone with him [...]

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 [...]

He took a long drag off his cigarette and turned the wheel of the car with stiff movement. His winter coat was bulky, [...]

The four corners of the wind square off against each other. Blowing snow obliterates the view we accepted years ago [...]

The desk was immaculate. Not a single misplaced document, not a fingerprint smudging the polished glass […]

After Dad left, Mom took a black pill every day. Before she drank her morning coffee, she went into the bathroom, took the pill, and came out [...]