Short Fiction and Poetry

The heavy, frayed rope drags languidly behind me as my two great black hounds trot ahead [...]

Nobody really dies my Sunday School teacher says, They live on in Heaven or in Hell if you can call life in Hell life [...]

Brendan’s baby sister Bonnie was making airplanes on the floor of the playroom. She lay on her stomach and lifted her arms out [...]

“This was the last picture my grandfather painted,” Roberta Barton said as she pointed to a picture on the wall [...]

I drew the Death Card Of ghostly ghastly supernatural significance Cherry-chocolate, lemon-lime Flavors your choice, take your time [...]

Tickets went on sale at 10 am. Taney, seventh in line, had been camped out for days. Braved rain, sleet, jeers [...]

Mouths come to their end speak only solemnly yet with fire tongues. Dirt traps and privilege zones that fade [...]

1:30 already? Goddamn it to hell! Of all the days I could randomly choose to squander, this is not it. [...]

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. [...]