Short Fiction and Poetry

The maidens all line up, row by row. Sew their mouths into smiles and while away the afternoons near the riverbed [...]

Turn to the next page. In this dog magazine. Skip the Table of Contents. Skip the Editorial. But stop for the photo [...]

“Game night has been moved from your place to A’s house,” S informs me. “You’re welcome to join.” Wait. [...]

There are no words Because words can lead to death [...]

The year that I died, I started learning origami. My fingers dulled the folds with nervous perspiration and my jaw ached [...]

A prophecy says the sea will drown clouds Disarm them of thunder and lightning, Of heavy rains, hail and snow [...]

Gravity pulls on a feather as much as a bowling ball, but other things get in the way, slowing a feathery descent [...]

We jinxed ourselves to the marrow of the night, never to catch a wink of sleep, I am no fisherman, you whisper [...]

consider the dad joke: a corny response to a trivial ambiguity (hi hungry, i’m dad ) [...]

In the calm evening lights with night fast approaching, Johnson sits at a table in his favorite corner of the bar [...]