The Office
Short Story A man sits at his desk, alone in his cluttered office with no exit. Stacks of manila envelopes and filing cabinets with every other drawer ajar, surround him. Overflowing waste bins sat in...
Tagged: suicide
Talk 7 – Special
Short Story We are back where we started. Where is the bear? He is never late. Maybe his parents are in town. Let’s go upstairs, he will have to catch up. This is...
Cups with Coriander: Refill of Decaf
Short Story I waited as long as my dignity would allow. Cori usually ran a few minutes behind, but an hour was extreme, and her neglecting to respond to my texts made me...
The Lady on the Floor
Poem It happened suddenly like a painful unpredictable sunshine in your eyes the sight of the body with uncovered arms and breathless mouth she was lying still on the concrete an immense beauty...
Cups with Coriander: Affogato
Serial Fiction Story The next day I got up early and went for a run. This was new for me; Cori was the runner. Sleek and stunning, she wore athletic gear the way...
The Life Theatre
Poem It breaks my heart to see you in pain, unhappy, tired, inanimate like a puppet on strings held by this marvellous creature of sorrow. The scissors are lying on the floor. Too...
The Pacific Design Center
Place Poem A man fell to his death. “Likely suicide,” they said, as if he tripped, dropped off eleven floors by accident or saw his widow place her hands over her ears to...
