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...

BUY THE BOOK HERE FROM VINE LEAVES PRESS! Tender Cuts is a collection of thirty-eight one-page, square slice-life stories where love and...

Jack Hudson’s motor neurone disease had progressed aggressively. Day by day his physical activities were becoming limited. His wife of 40...

Goran built the house sixty years ago. He was a powerful merchant and traded in wheat, medicines, cotton and wool. In the troubled times...

YOUR EYES Your eyes destroy the pure logic of the image. They remake the disorder of a methodical chaos. Make us remember those nights ...

What I have is the present: cloud faded fringe-worn blue jeans and t-shirts proud of former events and dates. The bonfire future on...

No matter how early you arrive at an airport, your time there always seems spent in a hazy blur. You walk, or jog, alongside people...

German threw the kids into his white truck and started it. He grabbed the half-full bottle resting on the middle hump of the floorboard,...

They say the loss of a twin is akin to a ghost limb, an itch never scratched; a sore never healed. David is not sure. He is visiting his...

With the gray, cold, clay-like mud up to her calves, Clarice took slow steps along the Cheyenne River. The mud clung to her feet and made...