Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Three
Short Story After a muttered, quiet phone call, Alex sat at one of the tables and patiently crossed his legs. In the meantime, Wendy had emerged from the kitchen, her hair tied in a...
Short stories & poems for everyone from everyone
Short Story After a muttered, quiet phone call, Alex sat at one of the tables and patiently crossed his legs. In the meantime, Wendy had emerged from the kitchen, her hair tied in a...
Poem Even if I could ever write a poem that summarized all the minor chords lines In all the themes songs from all the movies we ever loved I’d still think That one Bonnie...
Science Fiction “Dammit, you got me again…” Jorwei scowled as the holographic Blokka table began the endgame animation sequence, culminating in the explosion of his virtual game piece. The rest of the display dissolved,...
Short Story I blink. I’m back in front of the kitchen sink, shredding old photographs down the garbage disposal. I’ve got two cigarettes, one between the remaining three fingers on my left hand...
Haibun Ninth Day: August 26, 2013 Downtown Jeffersonville. We bought wine, a scarf — and her birthday card. All before lunch. gray clouds a sigh of relief clutching that envelop Rain Day. We rest...
Short Story February 2nd, 2015. Hospital bedroom. [nothing] I’m fucking tired of this. Who goes through this? We’re like the fucking Kennedy’s of Essex County, we keep dying and it’s a side show f-...
Poem Life and Death The two facets of being. Each very different and similar living. Life and Death. The two faces of one coin, which shines through each and every mind Scanning and...
Poem At this height the attempt to tempt fate and take flight is tempting, but once you’re descending it’s too late to think twice. I feel like spreading my wings and giving in to...
Short Story “The way I see it,” Alex finally continued, “just working in a place so bright and colorful and sweet, that makes people so happy, just makes me feel good.” Alex’s appearance, meanwhile,...
Poem The years in my life resided Time was still, but took me quickly Strived to enjoy what was fertilized. Showing signs of a brisk wick. I see little remains to glare facing my...
Haibun Eighth Day: August 25, 2013 Montreal. We cross the same suspension bridge Mira and I alone crossed 14 years ago. Signs for downtown lead us to the bustling streets of the city’s modern...