Short Fiction and Poetry

“So, tell me Jeremy, me old son, what are you doing these days to keep the lights on? Still at the brokerage?” [...]

I asked Kathy Acker to haunt my house. She moved in immediately, the only guest I’d had in months. [...]

The clothes are in the dryer. Hannah is asking for another cookie. My husband pumps his fists as  he reaches another level [...]

In the cloistered confines of the backyard of the home I grew up in there was an oblong spot on the ground where no grass would grow [...]

he stuffed me with torn weather maps, resin, the molars of birds. hung me up in the hall

It’s noon at Bloor and Spadina, in Toronto, and out of the corner of my eye, I spot Devin waiting at the pedestrian crosswalk. [...]

DarkWinter Press is thrilled to announce our latest release, the intriguing and mysterious story of Harold Koenig by Chris Klassen [...]

A man stands in front of the liquor shop along Karanga Happy Road. Under the light, I notice the fierce tattoos on his face. [...]

The memory is dense: a forest gasping underwater— kelp bowing, spires vanishing into gloom. [...]

I swing my legs over the edge of the Hollywood sign. My nightgown is soaked, silk sticks to my skin. [...]