House Party – Part Two
Short Story Under Cheri’s hand bas relief sculptures were carved into the wall. The shapes frightened her, conjuring thoughts that disturbed her and images that terrified. She paused, trying to see what was carved...
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Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twenty
Short Story “You turned a man into a living torch,” Jennifer growled. “You butcher these people and don’t even let them keep their dignity by staying dead. If you call that living, then I want...
Letting Go
Poem Under the covers Clutching a torch with fading batteries Flickers of my past in the dark laughing back at me Each perfect picture’s a trick, it’s a tragedy I only exist as a...
Making Pizza Again
Haibun The aroma of sautéed onions reaches the living room. My eyes fill with tears. She clears the onions, adds the freshly rolled baking dough to the pan. Enraptured by the scent, I fully...
Broken Bonds
Poem Shadows in your eyes There are shadows in my mind Conversations we never had Storms are starting to get bad Emptiness in your voice And empty is my soul Our memories have slipped...
Share This With Me
Poem Tigers eating lemon flavored teardrops The dream seeps and drips The frozen stain in the back of your mind. An orange scarf left behind, floating in the wind, weaving between the waves of...
The Work Week
Short Story A storming freight train meets my fleshy wad with an untenably loud ‘thwack’. Limbs and bits and blood and guts, bursting out into the air like mother cockatoos swooping to protect...
Very Bad Thoughts
Short Story Lisbeth heard the train barreling through the tunnel, the breeze from the power of it blowing her fringe to the side. She teetered at the edge of the platform, just past...
Tusk Till Gone
Short Story Reluctantly I open my eyes to the bright sun cresting above the horizon. Lately I find myself sleeping only about three or four hours a night and ever since the dry...
The Human Comedy: The Price of Sugar
Short Story Why, oh why, did she keep seeing him? She knew why, on a surface level. Her friends called him her sugar daddy, and at first she resented the nickname, but at this...
Give Me A Cigarette
Poem Give me a cigarette, you! Know, I never smoked before Don’t trust me? It’s true Give me a glass of wine, bro. Why? Silence, no one is around but the smoke and...
