Short Fiction and Poetry

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 [...]

Janice held the page with a shaky hand. The litter of numbers and letters blurred before her eyes. I can’t think straight anymore. [...]

In the operating room before I go onto the table, go under & undergo the knife [...]

I drop onto the couch next to Sally, thinking about lost time. She touches my cheek and points to the ceiling. “You’re wiped out [...]