Short Fiction and Poetry

Hammy was not in his cage. Denise looked everywhere—in the plastic cave, under the lettuce leaves, behind the pile of sticks. No Hammy. [...

DarkWinter Press is excited to announce our latest release, Vikki C.'s poetry collection, Where Sands Run Finest. [...]

Belly-down, torso twisting, spiraling sculptural lines— initiating ideas: pantomime, plastic movement, stage deportment. [...]

in the early hours, when my mind is switched on like the night light in my bedroom, i ask myself why you left me. [...]

I arrived at the gate, only a little bit flustered, as I still had 20 minutes before boarding my flight to Narita. [...]

Opening the door to the tavern Rotten royal scent fuming from the neck of an empty bourbon flask. [...]

The face of time A countenance of what is. Long forgot is what was. Like dust from boot. [...]

The wooden sign on the door—Lady Peripeteia: Wise Woman and Spiritual Healer—indicates to Flora that she is at the right place. [...]

There is an entity living behind my couch. Occasionally it will grab a neck hair freaking out the vacillating stoners. [...]

Half-plate, named for the type of armor he wears, has been a skeleton warrior fighting in the Necromancer’s army [...]