Short Fiction and Poetry

The clothes are in the dryer. Hannah is asking for another cookie. My husband pumps his fists as he reaches another level [...]

In the cloistered confines of the backyard of the home I grew up in there was an oblong spot on the ground where no grass would grow [...]

he stuffed me with torn weather maps, resin, the molars of birds. hung me up in the hall

It’s noon at Bloor and Spadina, in Toronto, and out of the corner of my eye, I spot Devin waiting at the pedestrian crosswalk. [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the intriguing and mysterious story of Harold Koenig by Chris Klassen [...]

A man stands in front of the liquor shop along Karanga Happy Road. Under the light, I notice the fierce tattoos on his face. [...]

The memory is dense: a forest gasping underwater— kelp bowing, spires vanishing into gloom. [...]

I swing my legs over the edge of the Hollywood sign. My nightgown is soaked, silk sticks to my skin. [...]

The booking is for the honeymoon suite but she arrives alone, signs the register as Annaliese Müller [...]

The lights go on and a man in a sky-blue sports jacket and black pants comes out onto the stage holding a microphone. He waits for extensive applause[...]