Sneaking Away
Contemporary Fiction I am an expert at sliding out of bed without disturbing whoever is sleeping in it, but this thing is ridiculous. Every time I attempt to untangle myself from the extraneous limbs,...
Author: Noelle Currie
Flowers In The Darkness
Flower Poem The vengeful light, it breaks along the hill. Your eyes are wide, but all is silent still. You lie in creeping phlox and rose’s hand. The night has died and I...
No Longer in New England
Poems About Home Its snowing, at least that’s what the windows tell me. It piles on the rails of my neighbor’s deck, the red one where they sit every morning when the temperature...
The Rebel King After the War – Part Two
Serial Short Story She was thinner than I remembered, her hair braided and laced with dirt and leaves. She knelt beside me and pressed something cold to my head. “Hi,” she whispered. I only...
The Rebel King After the War – Part One
Serial Short Story I didn’t watch her walk away. I didn’t stand by the gate at the outskirts of camp and watch her shrink into the distance, eventually disappearing into the tree line. Instead,...
New York City Football Club
New York Poem Possessed by a foul mood last Sunday, I accompanied you to the soccer game. The one you waited outside in line shivering for hours to covert the free tickets. I...
Upon Losing a Childhood Home
My mother swore for the twenty-three years we lived there that the house was grey when, clearly, it was white. White with black shutters and one-two-three on the mailbox and the old camper in...
The Color of Ash
One day your heart will turn brittle. It will crack open and every love letter you composed in your mind, but never sent, every song you hummed to yourself while you fell into your...
Mosaics (circa 2011)
In that hazy place beneath closed eyes and above dreams, I am sometimes back in the Met on that crisp December day. I’m wandering between the columns, Seeing my face in the black and...
