Short Fiction and Poetry

At eight, I found a knife nestled in the grass near the merry-go-round, after school. It must have winked at me, where I flew high on the swings.[...]

Sun rises lazy over bones of sagging rooftops, slowly burnishes the dust of Main Street, [...]

Irritated by his son’s unexpected phone call, Karl drove by night. It was past ten. Arriving at the dark, Pasadena bus station he saw no Eddie [...]

I arrived in Los Llanos de San Juan Bautista in a time of strong, dry winds, not warm, in the time before Easter. [...]

Crows pick at the bones of one of their kind. He is gazing at the stars, But with sightless eyes, [...]

This morning, I stepped out of the shower and felt a mild pain. A small, nagging, rash-like burning tickled me [...]

During my season in hell I ran into Rimbaud who I immediately called Rambo— and as he went for my throat, I blocked his hand [...]

The sun’s intensity was now shifting, almost horizontal, and the noon shadows—scarce as they were among stone ledgers and sand [...]

Home to a hobby farm From a small-town 9 to 5 Gravel crunching under wheels Long dust boiling out behind [...]

Through yet unimagined, particles of sound, or waves, if you will the calls of bells blast out of every flower, [...]