Flash Fiction: The Ghost in the Tide

The tide came in like a breath and you weren’t there. No body drifting like flotsam, no skin prickled and bruise blue, no clothing soaked in sea tears or crusted with salt. Water crawled up the dark sand and kissed my toes but did not bring you home. In the distance I saw green lightning … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Tell Tale

I live alone and I dissect the silence. I live alone, and I dream. In my dreams she is safe and whole. In my dreams she paints a swath of blue across an unblemished canvas. I am the one who mars the canvas with red. Even though it never happened that way. In my dreams, … Continue reading

Flash Fiction Challenge: Space

Thank you to Laura Gabrielle Feasey for for challenging me to write a 400 word piece, inspired by the word Space! It turned into slight stream of consciousness, but I am okay with that. Here’s mine, I hope you like! Not In the Way That I Mean We sit on the roof, cold beers sweating … Continue reading

Prose Poetry/Flash Fiction: Small Grief

I try to make my grief small, so no one else knows it’s there. I smile and I breathe deeply when I feel my eyes water, and even though my heart is palpitating, I make sure you understand that my grief is my own, and no one else can have it. You made your grief … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Shadows

This is more like the opening to a book that I have not written. Shrug!   We huddle inside a shadow, hoping it’ll engulf us before we are found. Everyone here travels inside the shadows now, a world all their own since the truth came out, the Great Revelation, the proof that all those nutjobs … Continue reading

Prose Poetry: Unmade

There are unmade things in the earth. Unraveled things. Undone. Buried, buried, ruins of kings and barefooted beggars alike, gold uncreated, divided into its component parts, only the potential of it left behind, a kiss of memory in the rubble. Everything lingers, nostalgia for a time once whole, a fragment of memory, uncoupled from the … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Rusalka

She is beautiful – all dangerous things are. But she doesn’t mean to be – beautiful, or dangerous. She doesn’t mean to lurk below the surface of a turbulent sea, waiting for men to appear in their ships, or out on the pier at a deadly hour. She doesn’t mean to kill them, to watch … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Bird in a Girl Suit

She was a bird in a girl suit. Feathers gleaming gold and greedy in the light, sleek and dangerous in the dark. Covered in skin and blood and viscous tissue, hidden away from the world like some unspoken sin, something worth forgetting. But she was a bird in a girl suit, born to fly, to … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Heart Song

She was born with a song in her heart, though it took her many long years to hear it. It presented itself at odd times, the melody implanted in her brain, in her memory, so that when anything hinted at the strain she’d begin humming along. Only hours later would she realize that there was … Continue reading

When She Moved to New York

No one stopped to look. And that was okay, was all right, was for the best. When she moved to New York, a few people told her she would be missed. The few there were were close at least, loved her dearly and deeply, and that was a comfort. But now she is here, her … Continue reading