Short Fiction and Poetry

A shaving curls from the edge of the birch log, long and even. Jesse keeps his buck knife sharp [...]

Long after darkness first strolled out to play, we cut the torches, possibly to sleep, convinced all other lights were slunk away [...]

You can’t see them, but you know they are there, waiting, whispering. They surround you when you sleep [...]

He dreamed of death. Through the midnight fog, he spotted a wagon. It was parked in a small clearing in the woods. He walked towards it[...]

I am listening for a silent sound beyond this world, and our time, and the limits of our selves; [...]

The blood has stopped pumping hard, for both of us, although at least mine remains inside my veins [...]

Buckets of plaster line the basement walls. Mom goes downstairs to mix and measure the right amount [...]

Don’t mind me! I am just a mad pen. Ignore me, or walk over me, trample my words. What? No. Why should I mind? [...]

“The cat is dead…why doesn’t he just wait until spring?” Pam sighed deeply, sliding her mug of tea away, and lowering her face into her h

POSSIBLES Maybe I’ll die while listening to “Jive Talkin’” by The Bee Gees, my disco feet tripping me so that I fall down the stairs and...