Short Fiction and Poetry

We are stuck between nowhere and somewhere— where the earth’s true north and magnetic north align. Reapers reach out to us from beyond[...]

Laura bit her lip, barely able to contain a smile of excitement as she pressed the vintage seal onto the wax, adding her classic red lip[..]

Each day seeing more And more petals have Dropped and wishing That I could save them

He peers out the attic window. The night sky is clear though the forecast says snow. He taps a crooked finger on the painted trim [...]

Baxter House Editions presents The Streets, Like Flowers, Come Alive In The Rain by Steve Denehan!

I am the watcher of the space between the ground and rocks you step on, the feeling you get when in the woods [...]

I awake alone in bed, but with the overwhelming sensation of a presence. Not exactly like being watched. More like a listener [...]

“Write me a story. And start it here.” The middle-aged brunette who’d been sitting at the end of the bar slid into the seat next to mine[..]

The clock hands orchestrate the change in us all, like a conductor waving his baton

Baxter House Editions proudly presents Things My Mother Left Behind by Susan Richardson!