Fiction

Blood has a peculiar, coppery taste in the mouth. Carmen smells it first, a familiar metallic tang from rusted iron reminiscent of white sartin cups in her youth. Hers had a special red lining, instead of the usual blue ones, a gift from...

Vienna was twelve and she loved the night. Especially when there was a moon out, even if it was just a fingernail of it with just enough light to make the night Van Gogh-esque. A brighter one would have dimmed the light of the stars...

After three knocks on the door, she entered his office. Her pitch-black velvet cloak glided across the floorboards as she walked towards him. The man in question was looking out the window, letting sunlight seep into the room as he listened to an old...

San Francisco, back in the day, was everyone’s favorite city, ‘the city that knows how,’ cosmopolitan city by the bay, where one grew up with musicians and artists and writers walking its steep and windy streets in almost every neighborhood. This is a...

The wind whispered and caressed the land. The night was filled with the symphony of crickets and things. It was music within the dark of the mountain, echoing, bouncing against the rice paddies that looked like the stairs of gods that made their...

Our lady of one day at a time Our lady of veils allowed to droop Our lady of the thrice-revised corner Madonna of postponement Madonna of a thumb in the eye Our lady done with these pulling at my ears Our lady but a tear in the equipment Virgin of...