Category Archives: Magical Realism

PIECES Word Count: 250 I found one in the pocket of your denim shirt. The one you used to wear on Saturdays, flung on over just your tee shirt, relaxing on the porch. Writing sometimes, reading a book sometimes. Sometimes … Continue reading →

RECALCULATING Word Count: 466 After it happened we all stood around and asked the inevitable What? Jessie said it was karma and Roxanne said it was the way the sun hit the frog pond at twelve noon that day. I … Continue reading →

THE FACE Word Count: 362 It was Saturday and if it didn’t come in the mail that day then he’d have to wait until Monday. The possibility nearly made him cry. He ran out and checked the front porch every … Continue reading →

EVAPORATION Word Count: 350 She cried and cried and cried. She wondered if it would kill her, her tears bleeding out unstopped. If she cried out all the moisture in her body, left shrunken and skeletal like a maple leaf … Continue reading →

THE GIRL WHO LIVED INSIDE A POEM Word Count: 327 She had always had a tendency towards drama so no one was surprised when she hid herself within a poem and would not come out. She crawled into the second … Continue reading →

THREADS Word Count: 375 He felt the tugging at his sleeve sometimes and brushed away the silk threads that she’d woven onto his arm. He didn’t mind that they were trailing on the floor behind him. He didn’t know that … Continue reading →

BERNINA, THE BIG-HEARTED WOMAN Word Count: 479 By the time she was eleven, Bernina’s heart was too big for her chest. It came down to this: a surgeon slit her wide open and fashioned a sac out of skin that … Continue reading →

THE BOOKSHELF Word Count: 920 I didn’t notice the books disappearing until I went looking for Murakami’s Kafka on The Shore. I went back and forth reading titles on the shelf of M through N thinking perhaps in a hurry … Continue reading →

FREEDOM Word Count: 280 I’m not the only one in my family who could fly but the only one who embraced it. My mother’s aunt, my Great Aunt Darla, grew wings too it’s been whispered, but back then, it was … Continue reading →