our dreams turn us all into murderers hands bloodied – hearts bracing the alarm clock is our alibi
Category: Fiction
the devil
the Devil whispers in our earsand tell us things we want to hearwe close our eyes and nod our headas our minds are filled with dread
Shadows
shadows with their siren song serenade and flatter twisted knuckles on their crooked fingers bend and beckon come closer they say listen i have something for you
A Dummie’s Guide to: Break-Ups
Frank, a crash test dummy, sat in the front seat of the Mercedes-Benz GLS400d with his wife Pam, also crash test dummy. Behind them their two kids, Sue and Lou, twins, also crash test dummies. […]
Secret Women’s Business
Sonya sat in her Audi Q5 parked on the side of the road. The key in the ignition was set to accessories so she could have the seat warmer on. This function wasn’t available in […]
The Clockmaker
“I need a spring!” The clockmaker’s spidery fingers searched his workspace and opened up, one by one, all sixteen small drawers in his custom-made mahogany shelves. He opened up the four drawers in his custom-made […]
The Day the Worlds Collided
Those who saw it had nightmares; nightmares about drowning in jelly or other thick, viscous liquids. Reaching, gasping for the surface only to have their lungs filled with sweet, port wine-flavoured death. Those who saw […]
Buttons
While reaching out his wrinkled index finger, Frank Goldstein, sixty-two, briefly pondered Charles Darwin’s Theory of Evolution. At this specific moment in time, he was both for and against it. Human beings must have evolved […]
Waiting for Something (Ghazal)
Lines at the supermarket are short so everyone is fine waiting for something. Those collecting the dole however are just wasting their time, waiting for something. At the end of the song she went […]
Just Cause
He never picked up his wet towels off the bathroom floor,
no matter how many times I asked.
He never left the toilet seat down after he used it,
no matter how many times I implored.
Lisa Rufus 