Short Fiction and Poetry

As the restaurants began to open up after the pandemic, I found myself craving something really basic: a burger with fries. [...]

They call it blackthorn winter, this spring that isn’t spring. I brave the bitter sleet and go to the Common. [...]

Instead of writing, learn to read palms or spin plates or swallow fire. Become a casting director. Join a sailing crew. [...]

I awoke that morning, just like every other morning. Got out of bed, put my feet into my Birkenstocks, and shuffled blindly [...]

Reality may be a poetic fusion of illusions and daydreams, yet it feels the same as bittersweet betrayals [...]

When you don’t sleep, your senses become intensified. You hear a pin drop. Something moves…just a fraction…but you see it. [...]

Mia had fretted for weeks, wondering if James had gotten involved in something illegal, maybe even organized crime [...]

When my grandmother passed, I inherited her wardrobe. At any moment, I can be transported through time and space. [...]

After a yearlong, tedious hiatus Cruelly wreaked on all of us By a novel, evil coronavirus, Our hardy group of men The same six elders [...]

It was a cold and rainy day, my birthday was. October 13th. I turned seven but there were no celebrations [...]