Short Fiction and Poetry

Fergus looked around. The face he saw there made him wince—or rather, made him feel like wincing. Too nice a guy for that, he smiled [...]

“I just remembered I bought a lottery ticket today,” she said. “But you said there would be no more of that,” he said. [...]

When I think about all The strange ideas that I hadn’t shared—that Evaporated in thin air; [...]

You know, I take data from what I’m told plus what I see, plug it in and the equation keeps spitting out incoherent [...]

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. [...]