Short Fiction and Poetry

Too many of us bury ourselves under smiles, believing in the flat happiness of dollar bills, [...]

1, 2, 3. Joe drank as quickly as he could so nobody could catch him. Flames licked his throat, and sunlight held his skin [...]

Sickroom A matter of fact thrill likely bends in an arc A thrill sends signals in different directions. ...

When I first announced that I was leaving everything to follow Him, my wife and daughter couldn't understand. [...]

I understood very early that I was not Bonny despite what my parents named me. But I could make myself forget. [...]

Celeste hunches over the bin. Plick. Plick plick. Peeler against sweet potato taps out the percussive diatribe ever playing around her[...]

We drown daily in a deluge Of distortions and images; Widely disseminated narratives Of wanton carnage [...]

All of Annie’s life had been devoted to making herself disappear, from the time her mother had  vanished [...]

The shade is a shade of loneliness, while the fresh air is ruined by the stink of a cancer diagnosis, falling out of a doctor's mouth [...]

The apartment smelled the same as it had for the last three weeks and it wasn’t exactly pleasant [...]