Meander

I think often of the apricots & shallots that I diced in your kitchen last year with a knife you...

The buttercream needed something. Raspberries? George stirred a spoonful of jam into the bowl and re-tasted. Much better, he thought...

Third place winner in the Synapse Storytelling Contest poetry category. we moved through the sentence of the crowd, its fork-plate...

Third place winner in the Storytelling Contest fiction category. My breath was shaky. My hands were still trembling as my...

the sky smokes a cigarette, exhales an enormous ring into our museum.

The first word I ever spoke was Farsi: Baba, which means father. It makes for an interesting conversation starter; I...

Grey skies, grey bay - it’s a new day It’s sirene: the wind has not been keen

Once I climbed a hill And looked down with triumph at what I had done. I saw sands stretched long...