Short Fiction and Poetry

It was that transitory time of year, the few weeks buffering the snow’s disappearance and the sun’s incessant climb north. [...]

My Apple MacBook Air's power cord was worn and needed duct tape. So I took it to the Apple Store and explained my situation. [...]

The abandoned train station was cool and dark, the floor a mosaic of papers and trash, the old ticket counter covered in a thick blanket[...]

You are sitting alone, somewhere, tuning in to the primary auditory cortex decoding the context of vibrational oscillations [...]

Darryl Carbone looked out into the fog that enveloped the ship as she sailed through the Grand Banks. He sighed as he addressed the captain. [...]

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I always think of us as something else, geraniums  thriving amid the Dust Bowl, glimpses of hope to weary travelers having lost it all.[...]

‘See you down there then - the old stepping stones?’ You jerk your chin in that direction, rough stubble looking patchy and immature. [...]

Claire knew that she should have been on the subway heading home hours ago. Darleen, the manager of the group home where she lived [...]

In the attic of my mind, I found a locked drawer— beneath layers of dust-laced grief, it pulsed faintly, as if waiting to be opened [...]