Stage Direction
Poem Kiss (rewind) Act three comes every night. It’s (soft) fleeting, but my first in years. Hands stroking my hips (nails chewed to the quick). I’m not yours. Was I ever (the sort to...
Image Curve Blog
Breathe Freely
Poem What if I say I am dead before I got to be alive? What if god welcomes you and asks, “How was heaven down there?” Waking up at dawn and listening to...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Fourteen
Short Story The factory doors were thick, gray slabs of metal left wide open. The hallway inside led into near blackness. Broken shards of the ceiling hung down like fangs. Jennifer paused and picked...
Animal Dilemmas – Beaver Manatee
Short Story The Manatee didn’t have time to think what happened to the Catfish after the giants pulled it out of the water half dead. They threw its daily ratio of greens in the...
Vindication
Haibun Trevon insists on having his test back. He said he finished his test before he went to the bathroom. Suddenly, he wants to “look over” his answers. “I just wanted to check them.”...
Desert Whispers – Part Two (Final)
Short Story I looked down at my shirt to see if I forgot to take off my name tag from work, but it wasn’t there. “How do you know my name?” The old man didn’t...
Recordings of Gianna’s Family, Part Seven – Gianna
Short Story July 23rd, 2015. Hospital. [sheets shuffling] [struggling] [sighs] Alright. We’re in action. This laptop would probably feel like a brick if it were on my legs. I made the first one of...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Thirteen
Short Story Standing up, while cradling her injured hand in her shirt, her first impression was something like Mars, or the post-apocalypse. With the gravel parking lot pairing well with the steel, overcast sky,...
Cosmic Caper – Part Four
Science Fiction The four impostor U.L.E. agents gazed through smooth featureless black helmets at their lavish surroundings. Transparent walls stretched up two stories, before curving inwards to meet in the center of the ceiling....
Slow Travel: An Amateur Drinks Wine
Non-Fiction I am no expert on Wine. In a blind taste test, I probably wouldn’t able to distinguish one wine from another, one vintage from another, or one grape from another. Neither would I...
