Short Fiction and Poetry

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

Tara lay lifeless in her bed. The overcast evening sky taunted her, for it was nearly time to go to work. [...]

Enough beer in my sails and I will declaim till the proverbial cows fly over the gate, [...]

They are bailing water, my tears, from the sinking ship like Alice. I remember coaxing plums into my mouth in September [...]

Fleeing to the New World was supposed to bring safety.  That hope proved to be a cruel deception. [...]

And then one day I knew I must find Zakarias. I remembered his name from my childhood, spoken of softly and with reverence [...]

My father and I go to the city dump. Amid the mountains of smell and scurrying rodents, we're looking for the trash of others [...]

I want to make scarves from the sky. Since I’m not much of a seamstress, here’s hoping it won’t be too hard. [...]

1925. America. Prohibition. Chicago Heights. A suburb of Chicago, Illinois. Serving Chicago and the greater area. A population of over...

3 Collaborative Tan-Renga Poems by Mystic Poet (Christina Chin/Uchechukwu Onyedikam) [...]