Talk 15 – Change
Serial Fiction On my bookshelf I have some books, not a lot. I have a collection of records, a Buddha statue with an incense burner, a couple bottles of wine – gifts, good...
Category: Short Stories
A Jet Lag of Lands
Poem it has been thrown over various borders and held by many hands while trying to listen to the sound of sleep sleep my darling, close your eyes sleep my moon, high in the...
Donnanatrix
Short Story Donna eyed her fork thoughtfully as she rolled her tongue around in her mouth, pushing the prawn she was masticating into the right side of her mouth before swallowing. She was satisfied with...
Talk 14 – Acts
Short Story Speaking of caves and whiskey, I can’t wait to go hiking again and retrieve that bottle of whiskey we hid in the cave last time. Me neither, it’ll be great. Yes,...
Talk 13 – Ladder
Short Story But I think we are overstaying our welcome. I invite everyone upstairs. We still have half a bottle of whiskey and some roasted almonds. You’re fine. I don’t get many visitors...
What sense does it make?
do not look at me do not glance or wish to see if you are not willing to let go do not talk to me do not voice your thoughts or start to shout...
Morals Clause
Short Story Sophie’s crossover from pornography to reality television had not yet been lucrative enough to afford her a Los Angeles stylist, so she’d cobbled together what she thought was a sexy modern...
Talk 12 – Circles
Short Story Where does that door lead? To the neighboring building’s back yard. They also have a garden? No, they have a barbecue and plastic chairs. Meat eaters. Like most of the world. But...
Small Talk
Short Story I like to come out here. Yeah, it’s nice. There used to be a barn over there. I don’t know what happened to it-neighbors must have torn it down. I didn’t...
Let it begin
I am reclaiming my body. I am taking charge of this skin. My limbs will move on my wish. I will start and finish. Ch. Ch. Ch. I am feeling the air now. Air...
Forest Creatures: Quiet – Part Two
Fantasy “So fragile,” one immortal woman said, turning one of the playthings she’d just plucked in slender fingers. This particular immortal had hair as white as snow that hung straight to her naked waist....
