Prose Poetry — I like to believe in another universe we’re living different lives. Maybe there you aren’t chained to a desk every 9-to-5, chipping away at the American dream that instead feels like a nightmare of capitalism, your wits burned away till all you can manage is a streaming session on the…

Prose Poetry — I’m waiting on prayers to lead me home — but Fate never had a kindness toward me, did she? I’m waiting on the universe to bring me some answers — but the busy signal lingers every time I try to make a call. I’m waiting on everyone to tell me…

It was hate at first sight. — The honeymoon phase of a marriage doesn’t last long at all. I thought Laura Sinclair was worth the strife I went through when dealing with her best friend Claire. But it seemed we were still too obvious in our outright loathing for one another. “I don’t understand what problem you…

They were magic before the word was on our lips. — Have you ever looked into a forest in the morning? The way the sun peeks through the branches lends itself to the idea that even in the darkest part of the forest we’ll still have the saving grace of light. Sometimes you can even imagine the trees were once living…

Prose Poetry — You thought you could hold me down or kick me to the curb and watch me wilt under your power. You thought it was so easy, so simple, breaking someone like me. Your words told a story even if no one around us was listening. I heard the warning loud…

The good, the bad, and the weird live here. — The first time Danny met the monster, he was ten years old. Everything started when his mother, sister, and he moved into his grandfather’s old house. No amount of fear-mongering had put his mother off the place even as neighbors warned that strange things happened around the house. …

He was a collector of otherworldly things. — Isabella stood before the large oak door with its lion’s-head door knocker. After taking a gulp of air, she slowly reached out and put her hand in the lion’s mouth. Its jaws clamped down, inciting a gasp of pain from her, but the golden lion did not draw blood. Then…

Sometimes you need a hiccup in the road to remind you of what you really need. — I first met him when my family and some friends went to Costa Rica together. I didn’t think much of him at first. Compared to other guys I’d known, he was a gym buff who seemed to care more about his muscles and physique than anything else. …

If you wait, it’ll be too late. — The pod in the center of the observation room pulsed with an eerie blue glow. Hansa watched the parameters on the screen begin to tick up in time with the beating heart of the alien parasite. “It’s not too late,” her coworker, Micah, murmured beside her. No one else in…