Short Fiction and Poetry

Realizing how small your life is, especially next to a dinosaur skeleton someone carefully dusted and cleaned [...]

At the station, my friends stand in a line pretending to be clapping but using only one hand. Their hands flap silently, ridiculously. [...]

The road maps itself out. Pallbearers look around, but there is no public transport [...]

How I’d love to fall in love with you and see the city on a tandem bike (I can’t bike, you’ll have to help me). [...]

It was disgustingly hot, no clouds, no breeze, felt as though if you reached just a bit you could touch the sun. There is a diner [...]

The movers are in the living room. I hear them dropping things into boxes. They’re using rolls of clear plastic tape. [...]

They rarely traveled in the same circles, having been mortal enemies for decades. Zika in South America, Marburg in Africa [...]

I saw a summer tanager or did I just see a mirage? There was only a glimpse of red on my left side as I walked [...]

Ectoplasmic telegraphilaments tumored in her windpipe like chromatin, gill-slits resurfaced from the depths of last year’s tidepool. [...]

The moon hangs low upon the night sky, round and saturated with hues of orange, pink and red. You can see it everywhere, [...]