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...
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The Ocean And I At The End Of The World
Poem I was there- where the sand starts to spill over, My toes splayed out across the cold tar, The marram grass combing the sky in riots. I was there with the sea in...
Son of a Witch – Sam
Sam would become the true friend Gio had so ardently wished for when he was twelve. Sam has been to hell three separate times and all he got were some lousy scars. He goes out...
Son of a Witch – Agnes
Short Fiction Do you want the short version or the long one? Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter. It’s not my story so I don’t really get a say in how it...
High Rises
Poem High rises grow from the city like weeds. Concrete is supple soil if the gardener is nurturing and ruthless. Living things need both to blossom. The fruit the buildings bare drips down...
Shimmer Girl
Poem I knew a girl once sly as time sneaking by right under your nose, ticking and tocking and counting breaths till death. She dressed in a black slink and rubbed her eyes...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Six
Serial Fantasy “We are to leave soon, Little Thing,” Ice said lazily one evening while freezing little flowers beside her until the red petals dried and cracked apart. “You must take your heart and...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Five
Fantasy “Would you like to know the secret?” Little Thing nodded. “If you can survive submerging yourself in this spring I will tell you and then I will make love to you.” The human...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Four
Fantasy The immortals served their sentences and paid no head to the fact Little Thing was overhearing. For in their eyes, Little Thing was just that. A little human, meek and powerless, there only...
