- Poetry -
a girl on the beach
This poem was selected as a winner of Alan Squire Publishing's April, 2021 National Poetry Month Contest after prompts created by Rose Solari. As days ripened, he worked in silence... Continue reading→
Hunger
This poem was selected as a winner of Alan Squire Publishing's April, 2021 National Poetry Month Contest after prompts created by Rose Solari. You put on music, start up the... Continue reading→
You Have Alzheimer’s
This poem was selected as a winner of Alan Squire Publishing's April, 2021 National Poetry Month Contest after prompts created by Rose Solari. Salt crystals glitter, shattered glass on wet... Continue reading→
The Crisis Is a Border
Asterisms of migrants approach in bands, they proclaim, stretching out like constellations that haven’t been discovered yet, or are considered too early in the process to be named. Folks, we... Continue reading→
We Pretend Britney Spears Is a Hurricane
Repel a tide of staccato questions. It doesn’t matter if you answer, or how. The countermeasure legato of your southern drawl. Left with uncontainable larvae of once-facts, the draw is... Continue reading→
What It Takes
The sun does not rise easily. A whole planet must spin on its axis—take with it warring countries, pull culture clashes and opposing ideologies round and round—to make these days... Continue reading→
Embroidered Sleeves
She loves how the night sky promises nothing. It just falls as powder falls, as much by accident as by design. Her embroidered sleeves envy crows that smoke cigars in... Continue reading→
Lục bát for Early Winter
November again, And the soft ice had been returned By a low sun. I’d learned Nothing: the same street turned early To dark; the man bitter From glasses of pearly... Continue reading→
DULCET TONES ON PLUTO
I go to Pluto. Imagination faster than any rocket. 387 degrees below zero. We bring beach blankets. And stars, psychedelic popcorn! They resist being counted, dislike getting herded into an... Continue reading→
On Eating Walleye Pike at the St. Paul Grill
These are FARMED, Grandpa, something you could never have imagined as you sat patiently chewing on the stump of a cold cigar, straw fishing hat squished down over your bald... Continue reading→
Houses
Houses by Heather L. Davis You send me another one, at work, mid-morning, pixels flying through the ether to form pictures of a life five feet closer to perfect: emails... Continue reading→
- Fiction -
Carrying a Friend
The thing is the guy, I don’t know, I thought I could trust the guy. He was older, seemed like he knew the ropes. I had seen him coming out... Continue reading→
Non-Volatile Memory
“How are you doing today, Essie?” I hear as I power on. My response is automatic. “All systems are satisfactory.” I review my memory caches, noting a gap. I’d been... Continue reading→
ACROSS THE STREET: MARCH, 2020
Across the street, the girls have begun yelling at each other. They are each dramatic in their own right. The oldest one is twelve and a regional theater star with... Continue reading→
How to Save Your Marriage Before the Elevator Reaches the Hotel Lobby
15th Floor: Wait for an empty elevator. Push all the buttons so it stops at every floor to give yourself time to think on the way down. 14th Floor: When... Continue reading→