Short Fiction and Poetry

The Moonlight you gave up on my loneliness. i gave up on your desire. we are never able to kill each other. all we can do is to live like...

No future aged scene where you count my pills, no marriage bed thrum, giddy days all done, a melancholic outline of pale hills [...]

“It's now been 25 days since the sombs have attacked. Most of us don't even bother counting, as each day is a struggle in itself [...]

just because i showed you my light and my flowers doesn't mean that i am not more than mere petals and soft sunlit nights and mornings[...]

September is a funny month. You never know how she will present herself: clinging fiercely to the last late orange and pink sunsets [...]

At first, it was just stray dogs, cats, raccoons, rabbits and other small animals… We ate well. We learned how to cook [...]

Hardwood floor, stained, edges charred black years of praying, of playing, of crying Cobwebs in the windows, roaches on the walls [...]

Owl awoke into an alternate universe, grossly apparent because he’d previously been flying through the clear night sky [...]

They rove in hordes, packs on the hunt, rot and decay their realm. Their station has shifted, not up, not down, but sideways [...]

Noah came back on a Sunday. The town called it a sign of God’s goodness, but Mama didn’t see it like that. She could never agree [...]