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Flash Fiction: 'Flat Viewings of the Third Kind'

Green glowing eyes peered through the letterbox at me. I crouched so she could see that it was me. We stared at each other for sometime...

Poetry: "Hot Cocoa Impact, Marshmallow Intentions" & "Drawn Out"

Hot Cocoa Impact, Marshmallow Intentions He hates the taste of coffee so he orders something sweet. Steamed milk and two heaping powdered...

Poetry: "Split (A Breakdown)"

In the split womb of madness, bubbling black through every pore, I feel every inch of every mistake. With feathers for eyebrows sipping...

Flash Fiction: False Things, Endings

Forget this is number eighteen, circled red on the calendar. Forget you are sweaty, can’t be picky, sit down huffily, a storm of skin now...

Flash Fiction: Good Morning!

Matthew waited in the toilet cubicle and listened to who didn’t wash their hands. Someone had stood by the door but Matthew sniffed to...

Poetry: "Now Your Can Lift Any Item" & Any Day Now: Aliveness"

Now You Can Lift Any Item* Since I’ve mastered chopsticks--lifting noodles to my mouth--I can wake up happy. I teleport and/or time...

Poetry: "Mum Poem" & "Incontinence"

Mum Poem I dig my hands deep into the soil soft and cold, and crumbling. There are anemones to plant, and lavender, and the moss you...

Poetry: "Digital Son" & "Beginning with the End"

Digital Son Blow off the dust, plug it in, turn it on, he thought waking that morning. How long has it been? Images of the last time...

Flash Fiction: Mount Barry

It was a misty, rainy night when it appeared. I sat in my car, feet up in the passenger seat, sipping a coffee as I admired the view. A...

Poetry: 'Younger, sitting'

at the bar on Friday Harbor. Water, like a cabin nearby. I say, "Sitting." But—there isn’t room. We stand avoid eye-contact, as musicians...

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