1   28 readings 3 min
The attic was a mess. Piles and piles of rusted knick-knacks, worn-out books, and moth-ridden clothing took up the majority of the cramped room, leaving only a small path from the ladder to the ... [+]

0   9 readings 1 min
go on
sink your claws—
long, curving,
crescent moons,
into my ... [+]

0   75 readings 5 min
Just around sundown, Tina burst into Justin’s apartment and informed him that he needed to stop whatever he was doing because something big had just come up. Startled, Justin set down his cereal ... [+]

2   18 readings 1 min
She plays in the garden, arms outstretched,
Feeling the wind blow her pigtails,
In the sun, ... [+]

0   9 readings 1 min
You slump
in one of the chairs
up by the altar

looking out
at the empty room
not ... [+]

0   8 readings 3 min
Slipping on your rain boots for the first time, they’re heavier than you remember; it makes you wonder, how will you get through the day? You knew it wouldn’t be easy, what with the first downpour... [+]

0   7 readings 5 min
Meghana swam through her mother’s make-up collection, swishing off specks of silver as they burned into her skin. I warmed the flat iron and twisted each lock of my straightened curls. Steam ... [+]

0   10 readings 5 min
My father’s last words to me were “Catalina, estás llena de gracia, comparte tu espíritu.” Or, “Catalina you are full of grace, share your spirit.” He wrote these in the form of a letter... [+]

0   15 readings 5 min
Moon-Face had lived among us for many summer days, but nobody actually knew her name. She just appeared one night, like a fox who had scavenged one dead city and had now moved on to another. We ... [+]

4   16 readings 1 min
You ever bury someone? How about bury a priest? How about bury a priest as a fucking detention? I have. Do you know what's it like to be sent into your high school chapel, thinking you'll be doing ... [+]

3   7 readings 1 min
How could it be
That I belong here
If it causes so many fears
So many tears

Am I ... [+]

0   6 readings
No more fight remains
Hand now slack in mine. More time,
Until there is none

Short Fiction Contest 2019 - Poetry
1   14 readings
It is 4:16 am and I do not recognize myself in the mirror
The sunken face, eyes with no light
... [+]

Short Fiction Contest 2019 - Poetry
3   17 readings 5 min
There is a species of jellyfish that exists just in one lake on this entire planet. Every morning, before the sun rises, these jellyfish travel to the surface of the lake so that algae that live ... [+]

0   8 readings 1 min
Wetly they plunged into the
Heart of their backyard. The ground
Was brown and green and ... [+]