Short Fiction and Poetry

Disturbing.  Is there someone there? What rides upon night’s lonely air through frost and fog?  A distant sound at time of night when [...]

A faded rain-covered photograph leaking all color and pigment… A vivid moment, immersed in love and rapture, nostalgia [...]

The staff at the Arbourview Respite Centre were calling Louisa’s next-of-kin for instructions. The time had come to say good-bye.  [...]

This instrument I cannot tune between your ribs. Inside these shadowlands of birch and pine, your own svelte tongue ripe with sunlight.[...]

That toy called to her. It wasn’t anything special: likely only cost four bucks brand new. However, something about this [...]

Tracing (enjoying) with her tongue the silhouette of the four new teeth she'd acquired since her last incarnation.  Ah, lovely, so slick[..]

There is something in my mind holding me back from what I wish to achieve, it is simply one desire after another – another goal [...]

The front door says family practice. A pastel-colored waiting room waits for us, and its brightness is upsetting my eyes. [...]

I have seen both sides; Now, I cannot close my Eyes amid this freezing Cold kiss of Death [...]

I remember losing the horizon and everything above it. It doesn’t matter, you’d said, distracted, fixing the plate with silvered salts[...]