Short Fiction and Poetry

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 [...]

My lady, a year and a day have passed; yesterday’s snows have melted. But the deep bond we once forged was never broken in my heart. [...]

It was 7 p.m. I was tired and sweaty from a long workday and wanted to go home. But instead, I waited in an uncomfortable hospital [..]

empty belly — the labourers make noise still noise remain under oppressive rule muted — guns silencing us helmets & boots [...]

30 minutes. It was quiet. My palms were starting to sweat and now the pounding in my chest traveled to my ears [...]