Sometimes you don’t know the face of your lover. I didn’t. Just ghost caresses, phantom servants, a gauzy bed draped in silk where I spilled
Category: Fiction
Fiction: Mary Culhaine and the Dead Man’s Porridge: A Retelling
Mary Culhaine lived with her father in a little hut on the outskirts of her village. Her father was a simple gravedigger and her mother,
Fiction: Cosmic Return
You stand at the edge of the field, wind sweeping your legs. Nothing moves but the cosmic winds pull as you watch the anchor that
Fiction: The Portal
The dying woman lay limp. Nurses turned her emaciated body and cleaned her up. Within the failing carcass, her soul floated serene. She had sloughed