Short Fiction and Poetry

“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 [...]

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 [...]