Short Fiction and Poetry

Former Calulu Post Office it says, High Ceilings. Lots of Shedding conjures a wry verb. [...]

1. In every tree, fairies are living. They giggle with the woodbugs and pour teeny tiny cups of tea while they listen to the wind. [...]

I never went into the basement again after what I saw. “A horror cave,” that’s what my dad called it. He is obsessed with scary movies [..]

It shouldn’t be so hard at this time of night, when the bars are starting to close, I passed on a violet and gave up on a lily, [...]

Be careful where you wander within deep woods and dark hollows when secrets could be waiting. [...]

They were like a different species – blonde, tanned, lean, with straight, white teeth, and cars they got for their 17th birthdays. [...]

We still only have a handful of earth filling palms best left unread because the ending ruined long before we were ever born,[...]

ony puts his weight behind the punch sending the old man down, across the floor and into a display shelf; sprawling [...]

Gyula felt his throat. He opened and closed his mouth. He spoke to himself. His voice sounded loud in the quiet of his bedroom. [...]

The sexual and the spiritual intermingle. Tonight was I betrayed [...]