I spent some of my girlhood drenched in daisies, kicking my soft slippered feet while sitting on my …
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LOYALTY Those faithful souls cannot be bought - the double-crossing can't be taught - that principles without a price, won't compromise or sacrifice, it's not a skill - a practised …
Poetry
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Peeling oranges with our eyes closed, on a rooftop lidded with stars Moon scrapes away a crescent of the sky and we cut away pounds of Our flesh …
Poetry
Ketamine kisses douse a blazing girl with the sick tang of gasoline, heartthrob, dementia She droops, star splayed and eager in her drowsiness, sped by the rhyme …
Poetry
Other Faces shift in my dreams from us to them and back. They are with me, free in that place: my people, cast out as Other from this …
Poetry
Candy wrappers slathered onto wooden tables and chip bags’ potent smells wafted through the air and around the …
Flash Fiction
Blind Man in the Snow I was troubled about something, I can't remember what. It might have …
Flash Fiction
It Will Come Back we say (fingers crossed, knock on wood, salt over shoulder) because it always has, because we don’t know what we’ll do if it doesn’t. Spring, …
Poetry
On the rare occasion when I dine with friends, I find that not only I, but also Lan, …
Flash Fiction
Meal Time Each morning, I boil the ocean to make my tea. I season my eggs with just sea and I eat it with a side of …
Poetry
Must be sixteen or older and show valid identificationI don’t personally have a problem with younger boys, but rules …
Short Story
Cosmic Joke I’m dying. screamed out into windowless night before being coaxed back to a confused bed.
Poetry
The Dishwasher I work the constellations of soap foam as the steam rolls up like little scrolls. My wife is still asleep.
Poetry
If I’ve learned one thing in my long slog through this vale of tears, it’s that any nincompoop …
Short Story
What Keeps Her Blind exchange Can’t look both ways Caved in discussions All up in the air He said she was Loose Tight percussion Kept her moving By the jukebox …
Poetry
Old Skeezer died many years back, before my time even. He was the town miser who lived at …
Short Story
Kim is curled up in her favourite wingback chair, wrapped in the crocheted blanket her mother made for her …
Short Story
pheromonal? Zeusian grok: outa (I thought) lotta blue sky a lightning bolt surprises you distracts radar from what I had presumed an ability to navigate these …
Poetry
Daylight, bright but not too bright, like it is on a cloudy day, a soft white with bluish …
Short Story
On the drive home, NPR is talking about the earthquake in Turkey. It’s been all over the news for …
Short Story
Anytime he sees a magnet, he runs his finger over its surface and glances at me. A boy …
Short Story
In seventh grade, the year President Ford pardoned Nixon, Vinny and Lou asked me for help. A request …
Short Story
The Beach Smooth grey pebbles lie among the shingle like sea eggs on hard orange and yellow chips of glass Only the high spring tides wash up to …
Poetry
La Diva La Diva Who is La Diva not you bathrobe between the legs in the shards of shattered mirror stuck in tufts of red shag but La …
Poetry
Participant Four women from her choir meet bi-weekly with my wife to sing: still strong sopranos, one alto. They do show-tunes and reminiscent rock, interspersed with raucous laughter; …
Poetry
Nick Flowers was a fifty something loner, a dreamer who slogged through life with a Tom Waitt’s song in …
Short Story