A Poem
The day you left the sun, bright as usual,coated my eyes with darknessand sent unendurable…
Flash Fiction
Reclining on his squeaky rocking chair, he coughed himself awake. His rimless reading…
A Short Short Story
Their white SUV hurtled down the highway. In the car, neither he nor she said anything.
After all the scramble racing and pantingpushing thoughto get ahead do we have a momentto reflect and…
Sometimes we crynot to shed tears, but to fill the blank eyeswith a drop of warmth
