Short Fiction and Poetry

The three boys cycling along the bank skidded to a grating halt and threw down their bikes in a cloud of gravel. [...]

We found a warning carved into a rock so my brothers rolled it into the culvert on the side of the road. [...]

The bedroom had survived the storm, barely: sheets thrashed and twisted, lampshade on the night table askew, magazine splayed [...]

When I was young and alone and struggling through winter’s wallows, I used to lie on the couch and watch the ice miner [...]

The night sky is alive tonight with glittering Diamels and chittering super-strings of crickets, [...]

And in the way of dying breeds, the last of the cowboys burned away like blackened sugar, his visage framed by flaming prairie [...]

The room is painfully cryptic; outside, the street dissolves into night, shadow and light spills through the window. [...]

Send me astray where I can fling my heart away. I’ll meet you there atop the stairs far from here. [...]

I’ve lost my stoned alien, but I am over my panic attack. I realize it’s later than I’d thought, virtually the middle of the night. [...]

The road lay behind him in the darkness. Parents, little brother, neighbours and classmates all asleep. No one to watch him go. It was unsettling [...]