Short Fiction and Poetry

We jinxed ourselves to the marrow of the night, never to catch a wink of sleep, I am no fisherman, you whisper [...]

consider the dad joke: a corny response to a trivial ambiguity (hi hungry, i’m dad ) [...]

In the calm evening lights with night fast approaching, Johnson sits at a table in his favorite corner of the bar [...]

A shaving curls from the edge of the birch log, long and even. Jesse keeps his buck knife sharp [...]

Long after darkness first strolled out to play, we cut the torches, possibly to sleep, convinced all other lights were slunk away [...]

You can’t see them, but you know they are there, waiting, whispering. They surround you when you sleep [...]

He dreamed of death. Through the midnight fog, he spotted a wagon. It was parked in a small clearing in the woods. He walked towards it[...]

I am listening for a silent sound beyond this world, and our time, and the limits of our selves; [...]

The blood has stopped pumping hard, for both of us, although at least mine remains inside my veins [...]

Buckets of plaster line the basement walls. Mom goes downstairs to mix and measure the right amount [...]