I Know You Will
Poem I know you will love me like I would, and teach me, show me all the things I could: to smile, sing and even fly, things so easy yet so hard, things...
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Sand – Part Nine
Short Story I blink. I’m in front of Maddy’s apartment, fully dressed, with my revolver tucked into my pants. My head is blank, wiped empty. All I can do is stare down at the...
The Silence Of Snow
Poem in the distance the sound of snow is pure silence but we can still hear it in our heads the peacful falling of snowflakes into certain death is so beautiful and soothing how...
Winter’s Gift at a Vacation’s End
Haibun A layer of snow rests on the deck. Just a dusting. The reflection of tile on the storm door blends with that thin layer of snow. Light tries to breach the banks of...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Twelve
Short Story A shouting match drifted from the inside of Gateau, catching her attention. No one had entered, so Alex had apparently been let out of the cooler. Jennifer’s fear returned with the force...
Time Capsule
Poem Sandalwood coaxing your velvet dreams Melting them like butter and cream A moment shimmering like honey Each ring a thousand years Each step swirls and disappears A delicate time capsule Ghosts, lifetimes, oceans...
Finishing Their Cupcakes
Haibun Mira and Frankie finish making the cupcakes. She raises her voice over his removal of something. Then she shows him the final touches: applying cream. ground dark-chocolate and peppermint. chocolate chips. She pours...
Making the Day’s Music
Poem I took a walk It was a long awaited walk The day was happy of my return “You’re back!” she cried, “You’re alive again!” The world became visible to me So clear, so...
Cupcakes and Fingernails – Part Eleven
Short Story She felt locked in place, her muscles twitching. Jennifer felt her brain short-circuit, conflicting over the desire to run and the shock keeping her in place. As her eyes widened even farther,...
The Red Butterfly, Part Seven – I Hope It Hurts
Short Story “Why did you tell them to go that way?” said Anna. “Why not?” said Carlos. “Because it is the wrong way. Because you have sent them to Plaza de Lavapiés.” “And so?”...
Sand – Part Eight
Serial Fiction In the trashcan next to the desk, there’s an almost-full pack of cigarettes. There’s a thousand reasons for why I could have thrown it in there, but there’s only one reason...
