Short Fiction and Poetry

“It’s all about balance,” Shirlene said, Tying the surgical cord around Her arm, with Trembling fingers [...]

I had the two of you lodged in my heart, less like shrapnel than some slow-spreading poison. Inexorable, the capillary action of family [...]

Who is the woman living inside me, under this marmalade skin sagging at the seams, with calcified hands darkened by chocolate-brown spots [...]

Living among the beach gulls, the turtles crawling back into the ocean are torches battling the salty wind [...]

Sure, an oyster holds secrets but I own an oyster knife. I can read that thought every morning in my lover's eyes as I wake her [...]

I wake to a ragged scream followed by a series of muffled whimpers. Then, violent retching. It takes a moment to get my bearings. I’m lying on the couch in the living room.

Let t be time, a linear axis—or so we believe. Yet time does not move forward; it folds: [...]

“You must have read about Irwin; it was all over the news,” John told me during dinner. John had invited me to visit him at his cottage [...]

Why does your ghost attach itself to me What raving aching delights it so To lick at my fingers in fever’s chill [...]

“So, what you’re telling me, Mr. Thanatos, is that you’re depressed about your job.”   The man sitting in the chair across from her nodded. [...]