Short Fiction and Poetry

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 [...]

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 [...]