Short Fiction and Poetry

My room is calmness. Here, in the haze of morning contours take shape, in this gray year that slowly lets go.

Alice was always asking Paul to scratch her back. She’d ask reflexively almost immediately after he sat down beside her on the couch. [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the incredible poetry collection The Self is an Ocean by Cypher!

Where’s number six, the funeral director asks the young men before him. They shrug in unison. He’s always running late, one says. [...]

At Sunset Mother Speaks Of many things but Mostly of the dead. How their eyes are Open now. Finally. [...]

He became aware of two long fluorescent light panels and followed their march along the ceiling until he was stopped by double-doors. [...]

A summons to my own trial without as much as a day’s notice. No time to prep my defence. [...]

When Grace was four years old, she pulled a Korean facial mask from her Christmas stocking. “What’s this?” she asked [...]

mama is not dead. she sits under the plum tree beside my window. she’s a bird with prominent feathers; she’s a girl of fifteen [...]

When I was 11 I was uninvited to a birthday party [...]