Short Fiction and Poetry

Every night he painted wide crosses on large canvases, and when he woke the next morning, a pale featureless figure would be stretched [...]

A rectilinear pool. Immersed and still, we’re inside Rothko’s painting: [...]

They don’t ask if you are a juggler, when you inquire about laser vision correction, [...]

It was Di’s friend Marnie who introduced her to her colleague,  Rupert. ‘Oh you’ll love him,’ Marnie enthused. [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the poetry collection Smatterings of Cerulean by Susan Richardson [...]

My ex-boyfriend sits at the edge of my marital king-size bed. Finn looks exactly the same as the last time I saw him, except, [...]

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. [...]

I was awakened by the sound of someone driving nails into the lid of my coffin. Quite rude – a girl’s got to have her beauty sleep. [...]

“She has some nerve, Claire,” Sebastian said. Sebastian sat across from me in the booth [...]

They were left there to wither in the cold and wet like a metaphor for their love.  Once fresh and beautiful, now dark and wilted. [...]