Fiction and Poetry

The Beckoning Reeds

On a dismal autumn afternoon, Eleanor Lytton made her way along a narrow boardwalk through the reeds and cattails of a desolate marsh. Leaves...

The Trump Bobblehead

  Finding a place to live in Philly on a part-time income took much work. And at one point, I told my best friend, Bryan,...

The clock’s ticking, Karl

    ‘Twas one of those days one starts by referring to the old self with numbers and using the word ‘twas. Well, I wasn’t sure...

Borges and I

“To the other one, to Borges, is to whom things happen. I walk through the streets of Buenos Aires and I delay myself, perhaps...

Expecting

    How long did it take to know a person? Two years? Six? She'd been married to John five years, but sometimes she felt she...

Jacks

    In bed, a few weeks before Christmas, my boyfriend is scrolling through his phone after sex, looking for something to put in his cart....

Nervosa

"A shattered glass carcass piled up on the asphalt"

When the Ashes Come to Hunt

    The village folk looked up as the sky changed colour from a lighter shade of grey into a darker one. The object which was...

The Normandy Stretch

  Sit on the porch, Normandy moors Stretch, dream of dried flowers with no fragrance, did they ever bloom in silent fields and wooded shades. Plateau yield overgrown grass, Stand there;...

Twelve Steps

    There are twelve steps between me and redemption.  When I take the first one and see my death looming before me, yawning open like the...
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