I Hid My Eyes Behind Your Sofa

"It's your fault." It's not often to tell a client that, but sometimes it's the truth. 12 person jury, and they convic...

“In nomine ....” The priest paused, unsure how it went from there. You are dying, he informed himself, but he already knew that. Memory had ...

When the come to the Firm it is my job to talk to them; I like to consider myself a First Responder. "Yes, we offer brand name recognit...

The strength to do things that must be done They ask me -- where from? -- even as I pick my last meal (I pick the one you always made, in s...

Remember Ficlets The old man sat in the room, sunlight sliding in through cracks in the grimy window, and waited. There was cheering outside...

Untitled We have names for the masks Not for what lies under; We only have words for Things we have words for; Every time I dream of you I f...

I walked with her in dusk and gloom Though the will'o'wisps clear light In darkness and in fears And a hundred silent nights Underne...

Failings of kindness in trying to make your feelings my own; failings in love were we both too weak to let go of us? Failing to know whrre k...

I believed in you. I bought into your stories. How flexible you were. That you'd be, for me, during storm or snow, hail or winter. I do ...

The alley was quiet, a nice shortcut between Sixth and Rogers. I’d used it a few times on dates with Cassie, since her parents were strict o...

I'm the locker room joke come to life. Everyone makes those jokes, about the kid who can see into the girls locker room, or the invisibl...

It all depends on upon the things it all depends upon When the air is full of whispers, and the sky is filled with pain And no one is there ...

They lock them away, once they can do more than destroy mountains. In dark places, or stasis fields, or other dimensions. Some might simply ...

There's an empty hollow in the corner where once a rocking chair of wood some times you come there and you've stood tears don't ...

The day too-bright summer hot, the sky empty-clear azure blue never reaches Clouded, his thoughts are owned, not shied from, hands dark and ...

There must have been a reason Sometime and way back then For everything you did, and didn't And the way that things begun. I'd like ...

The home of the alchemist Ikhthu turned out to be a giant fish, bright blue and preserved by unknown means. Dead bodies hung off the enormou...

All that is left is a blackened pot drying on a rack cutlery scattered under it, kindling. Cold to the touch as if it were iron or had burne...

I've been plotting out your thoughts, I have to say: Following down your neuron pathways Isn't quite the same when all I'm doin...

Why? It is one of the first things we wonder. For some, the only thing we ever really say. But there is never an answer. We think there is, ...