Short Fiction and Poetry

You may not know it, but you're a walking potential poem. All you need to do is double park beside a poet, and they'll turn a page [...]

“I've got to get out of these clothes—fast.” Startled out of my thoughts, I turned to my husband, unsure of what I'd just heard. [...]

Not because it’s not visible to me from the root of the palm tree from the wavy paddy fields, the scarecrow calls me [...]

THE DAY THAT’S COMING FOR YOU calls at dawn to say they’re on the way. Addled, you drop the phone. Shiver through a shower [...]

“You’ve done what?” “Think of it as a holiday.” “We don’t do holidays.” “Exactly!” I pointed my finger in the air [...]

velvet wafts of stale air chewed gum melted into sinking pools for unsuspecting strays who don’t watch the hands of the clock [...]

What it began with, I know finally, is my grim curiosity. It tunneled into my brain like a small, helpless animal when I was a child. [...]

Musicality of slant rhyme comes naturally to some: as with strangeness and other shortcomings. [...]

All poets are crazy. Listen to them soak sponge in early rain medley notes sounding off [...]

Caddie never told the whole truth. She learned early on there was a sly power in that. When Mom asked, Did you get your spelling done? [...]