Author: Dominick Nero

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Sleep

Short Story In her dead Grandmom’s cabin we found each other via the orange light from the gas furnace. Carvings of shoulder and neck, scoops of hip-sides and navel sections, we were joined in...

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Roma

I met Roma while I was on a plane to Italy. “Where are you headed? What’s your name?” I’d asked her. “Roma,” she’d said. When we landed, I thought I’d never see her again,...

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Vines

Short Story   “And I don’t think I could ever love anyone else, now that I’ve met you,” I said with a long, drawn out smile. I’d not expected my face to contort like...

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Somewhere in the Waves – Film Feature

Short Film Dominick Nero’s debut short film Somewhere in the Waves has been challenging viewers to reckon with their spirituality since its festival premiere in New York City earlier this summer. “People get angry when...

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Puzzle Pieces

I scribble some words onto my hand as she practices a cantata from Après un rêve in her bedroom. “Who’s there?” She calls out. I put the pen and paper into my pocket and...

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The Butterfly

Interesting Short Stories   “So you’re the first person on Earth who decides to interact with another person. You see a man in the field and you walk up to him. What do you...

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The Exploding Star

Short Story   She’d woken me in the middle of the night with her chin on my temple. “But that’s not fair,” I whispered to her, “I don’t want you to go.” Rain pelted...

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Janie’s Glow in the Dark Stars

Short Story Janie walked into the kitchen and saw peanut butter on the floor. “What are you doing?” She said. Her dad bent down and picked her up, placing her on his big right shoulder....

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The Right Roses

I put down the canvas bag and pushed it over to her ankles. She was still sleeping. I pulled open the zipper and grabbed the three dozen roses in my right hand, and then...

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The Bells

My brother said that at night, he could hear the noises too. They were loud, like some sort of jingling going up and down the stairs, he told me. So, one night, right before...

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The Old Golden Ball

It’s my dad’s birthday today. I sit in the car in front of his house, rolling a small little ball between my thumb and forefinger. It’s heavy, made of chrome with some sort of...