Short Fiction and Poetry

The original Night of the Living Dead, all silver shadowed black and white, would rise up in my hypnagogic sixteen-year-old brain [...]

The voices around her shout their woes. Her whole house Quivers The walls begin to shake Melancholy breeze pries its fingertips [...]

I wake up while being walked down a long beige corridor. There are doors in carefully measured increments along the corridor [...]

The war within me rages still: An endless ebb and flow, high tides and low A riptide of dangerous, clashing emotions [...]

Her grandfather had always frightened Lauren with stories about what creatures lived at the bottom of the river [...]

It was a hot night. He tossed and turned restlessly in his sheets. In his dream he saw a vast steppe [...]

jupiter's digestive tract: small solar system and one kuiper object [...]

The colors of autumn swirl around Olivia as she enjoys a late afternoon walk. Her rust-colored dog, Maisy, ambles along by her side [...]

I used to know who I was. Today I’m just another adult. There are a lot of us. Adulthood makes for an easy scapegoat [...]

Far below us, I can see the barrel cactuses on the side of the plateau, and he drags me back wordlessly by the neck away from the edge [...]