Short Fiction and Poetry

My bells sings from my gold and black-washed neck, slinking between the monuments, rolling on stones that dance [...]

Berghoff’s is a great place to eat, drink and remember. I come here fairly often, usually to ogle our bartender, Jackie [...]

I saw a man tonight who obviously Did not belong; He walked amongst his children And they were all bathed In silver; [...]

The three boys cycling along the bank skidded to a grating halt and threw down their bikes in a cloud of gravel. [...]

We found a warning carved into a rock so my brothers rolled it into the culvert on the side of the road. [...]

The bedroom had survived the storm, barely: sheets thrashed and twisted, lampshade on the night table askew, magazine splayed [...]

When I was young and alone and struggling through winter’s wallows, I used to lie on the couch and watch the ice miner [...]

The night sky is alive tonight with glittering Diamels and chittering super-strings of crickets, [...]

And in the way of dying breeds, the last of the cowboys burned away like blackened sugar, his visage framed by flaming prairie [...]

The room is painfully cryptic; outside, the street dissolves into night, shadow and light spills through the window. [...]