The Psychic Lady Who Predicted the Pandemic

Prose poem — a true story about a unique psychic lady that…

The Rhythm of Rain Falling

A stormy revelation

I Suffocate

A poem

I suffocate
There is no air to breathe
In a tiny well-sealed box I live
I am confined in a narrow place…

Surprises

Serial fiction — part six — the conclusion

Cold Winter Morning

A poem

Snow fell in the night
As the world slept. 
It was only a dusting,
A shaking of…

The Shard

Fiction

Captain’s log, day one hundred thirty-seven: We are past the halfway point of our supply delivery to…