Short Fiction and Poetry

A couple months ago, I could navigate these streets in snowshoes. Pull myself forward by jabbing deep with ski poles. That’s impossible[...]

Alex Martel had been a reporter and gardening enthusiast for years and was excited to be heading to a very special place. [...]

When I return from my year abroad  you suggest we take a stroll  along the Isis river behind Christ Church meadows [...]

Ever’body calls me Mother, even them who ain’t no kin to me. I’s born Sadie over in the Meade’s Chapel community and married [...]

The night is a clock without any face, as it spins in cosmic cacophony. [...]

I would hold you closely in the confines of a nightmare We drift towards hollowness not a mention of empty pools of light [...]

I stood beside my father when he killed a rabbit at the back of our farm. It was the same day that Regan, my baby brother, was born. [...]

A frayed postman wearing a threadbare flat cap delivers a letter you posted seven years ago. [...]

Seaweed tonic balms the skin; the precious ingredients are locked in. Pores close as soon as the body is taken out of a warm bath [...]

Leaves and twigs crackled under his boots as he slowly walked along the forest trail, a wind storm the night before [...]