Short Fiction and Poetry

The sun’s intensity was now shifting, almost horizontal, and the noon shadows—scarce as they were among stone ledgers and sand [...]

Home to a hobby farm From a small-town 9 to 5 Gravel crunching under wheels Long dust boiling out behind [...]

Through yet unimagined, particles of sound, or waves, if you will the calls of bells blast out of every flower, [...]

I spent my youth running from my past. Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” became my compass, though the roads I chose often led to dead ends [...]

Somewhere from the other side of his dream, Edward could hear the ringing. It reached across the landscape of subconscious [...]

I need a final peaceful resting place, I said to God, after all these years searching. I've tried finding it on my own [...]

A hideous, disfigured, Creature made of limbs And spare parts; a lump Of grotesque flesh [...]

The snow moves in Light drifts through fog I wake too early I sleep too late. [...]

aunt joan died last night 2 a.m. crying in her sleep five days shy of august [...]

Magda is hospitalized her body colonized her head on fire. She flails. Her busy hands claw empty air. [...]