Short Story

Sink or Swim

Here is a list of things I don’t understand: how to do my taxes, American politics, daylight savings time, how to cook perfect pasta, outer space. Twenty years ago, I...


Cloud Bath

  I remember that Saturday afternoon still, the bugs in the park, the heat, the cheap Korean beer in my hand. I was on my own. My sort-of-girlfriend at the...


Barnaby Jones: Part II

II   Ande a Greate hearte thundered in the voide saying: “seake pater, ande alle that woulde be…. sprange forthe.”    hayte and amore bothe as woeful and brighte and...


Barnaby Jones (Part I)

Barnabyjones I   He looked up at Sparky, who was now covered in crazy pink tiger stripes. He looked up on them all on that last dawn. His robots: all...


Anima Libra – Part III

The website bothered the hell out of me, not just due to the content, but something felt off about the pictures themselves.  They looked way too perfect, almost manufactured.  The...


Anima Libera – Part II

  I do my best to open the front door with a degree of stealth, not wishing to disturb my ersatz landlord from his daily routine of playing online games...


Gangsterland

  I’m crashing my way through six blocks of coral reef to your heart. When I speak of heart I am not referring to the paper red cut-outs that we...


Dorothy Dances in the Land of Oz

  –and I’m holding her hand as tightly as I could, like capturing light in between clenched fists, like encapsulating a deluge in a teacup—hopeless, but I held on anyway....


The Rook

  Camouflaged with the dusty appearance of brick and mortar, Richard nestled into his lunchtime nook. He did not need to conceal himself, he was concealed through parlour tricks of...


Men of the Earth – Part III

“I may be retiring, but don’t kid yourself, kid,” Mr. Gore said. “I still know things about this place.” Mr. Gore was never a man to shout or raise his...


Jesus the Moth

The house is by itself on a long country road, surrounded by a darkness so thick it could be tangible, like a web that will catch you and hold you...


Men of the Earth – Part II

  It went this way for several weeks and would’ve, I’m certain, continued to the end of the summer if I hadn’t run into them by chance. Horacio was with...


Lucy

Her lips tasted how the colour red smells: gushing and violent and electric. The lake left the scent of saltwater on her teeth, and as you dusted your fingertips over...


Summer Sweet

Summer Sweet by Anthony J.S. Leclair Ah, Summer. Lawn mowers roaring, dogs barking at the returned geese…geese chasing the barking dogs, the patio door swinging wide and loosely back and...


Jackknife

Jackknife   On the day I turned thirteen, I was given the best gift anybody ever gave me. I remember that birthday very specifically because on that day something happened...