Short Fiction and Poetry

The figure sits centered in the middle of the painting, the idea of an easy chair floating around her, a woman with chin in hand [...]

The blue pumpkin variety, from Queensland, is the color of the sky at night, when there’s a full moon, with a bit of fog. [...]

The sanctuary was hidden deep in the glaucous forest, a place where the air smelled of earth and sky. [...]

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There are women in small towns that stand outside the bar with a Canadian in their right hand and a cigarette in their left [...]

Detective Frank Sturgeon kept the roller skates found that summer on Pier 48 in remembrance of a girl named Annie. [...]

Two hours and twenty-seven minutes. That’s how long he had. Two hours and twenty-seven minutes until the killer murdered again. [...]

A yellow petal. Also a balcony made of stone. A light to light words at the nocturne. Below a group of stray dogs run through, beige [...]

Blood told. It told whom to wed and whom to kill, who ruled and who kneeled. It told Leonora’s betrothal at sixteen to King Marcus [...]

I'm a poet who drinks only red wine. When inebriated with earthly delusion and desire, I crawl inside this empty bottle [...]