Stories and Poems

It was 10 a.m., my head heavy, my thoughts slow. The lingering fog of a sleeping pill clung to me like cobwebs. I stepped into the hallway, still half asleep, when Harry, my 83-year-old housemate, came...

I was eleven, stoned out of my mind, crouched in the bushes at the edge of the local park with a few friends. We huddled close, passing a joint like it was some sacred secret, our laughter barely more...

I was alone in the community garden when Matthew hobbled in. I didn’t know much about Matthew beyond the garden. We only met once before when he limped in on crutches and his leg in a brace. He seemed...

My girlfriend is late. She said she’d be here by noon. It’s already 2:30. Lately, she’s been erratic, touchy. In May, she went to Cancun with her family and came back different. In the last three months,...

I saw him through the gaps in the old wood fence at the community garden. He wore a knee brace on his right leg and used crutches. It’s Friday afternoon, July 19th, and hot for San Francisco—no fog or...

Together we echo.I am the turbulent silence you shatter.You are the violent screams, theCries sheering out from miles of clanking depth. The nights you left me to freeze,I studied your rusty wrinkles.Your...

We’ve got a plastic compost bucket in our kitchen, and it stank. So I carried it outside to the front of our apartment and looked for the green bin. I saw the black bin for trash with the broken lid. I...

I just saw a spider in the corner of my left eye, but when I turned my head, nothing was there. No spider on my shoulder. No spider on my arm. No spider on my hand. No spider on the carpet. No spider dashing...