Short Fiction and Poetry

“It’s on!” hollered Asmodeus, from his substantial easy chair. The image began as an angrily glowing cloud, shimmered briefly [...]

April 2015, my first NHL game: staying on a friend's couch in Saint-Henri, I discover a boon of tax-return mad-money in my bank account[...]

“Once again, Pearl, this process starts by me asking you a few questions.” “Hurry up, then. I haven’t got all day."

I fell awake. That mistake again! All these holes to stumble into – some of them the precise shape of the body [...]

Day: Third-day. Month: Late frost. Year: 10, apocalypse era. Sheila luxuriates in the warmth of the bed, and stretches over to John,...

Like the rain-wrung tome held fast to my chest, the organic one toyed, or more specifically tombed with by my mother’s hot saltwater [...]

Step through the looking glass and you’ll find objects in the mirror are closer than they appear. A raven’s hair, blood red lips [...]

When he opened his eyes, it was completely dark. His head hurt and he could not move his body. [...]

CONCEPTION Where are you from, O spark of Literary life? What gives rise to you? Is it a word, Caught on the edge [...]

Ben entered a church raffle and won a dinner-for-two at Pierre's, the elite three-star restaurant near Laguna Beach. Ben needed [...]