Short Fiction and Poetry

“It looks like a giraffe.” Rod’s arm snaked across her shoulders, guiding her to the topiary shrub signifying the end of the path. [...]

I am the vibrant orange of autumn pumpkins, the burning red of summer tomatoes. The quiet pallor of winter parsnips. [...]

Blood drips down my ivory dress—it might as well be a tablecloth now. Here lies my beloved fiance, my husband-to-never-be [...]

This poem’s about asparagus A poem that rhymes and doesn’t fuss With meter, tense or prosody Written for my grandson Gus [...]

The giant Inukshuk stood tall in the frozen wasteland. A lone solitary beacon, its black stone a deep contrast to the white hills [...]

I lean against a light pole, sipping watery whiskey. My ex rounds the corner, foraging between the cracks of the sidewalk in stumbles [...]

“Can you help me to go home?” asked the little girl. My mouth hung open slightly, as I stepped down the steps [...]

Silent raindrops fell like tears Outside the castle I’m aching for you whisper away my anxieties [...]

In the morning the window has been thrown open, last night’s storm upending the terracotta pots and herbs on the ledge. [...]

I burned the wick down to a nub There’s a quiet ache in the heart I try to numb it with burn with sting opioids [...]