Another ghostly poem from my past. Summoned Silver slivers of moonlight Slice through naked branches Seeking out shades and shadows A spotlight on the world
As fellow FlashDogs have gathered their flash fiction into collections, I’ve been delving back into mine and found a poem (entered for a flash comp
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Graffiti Guys by Alyson Faye Here’s me and Dom spray cans in hand, strutting around town in the post-midnight land. Our…
In the next few weeks, a new story of mine, The Way of the Mother, will appear in Nosetouch Press’ Fiends in the Furrows, an
The hours were ticking by last night, my last night after a 6-week summer break from the day job, and the return to school looming.
When you’re sat gazing at rows of shoes on the shelves of Primark as your daughter browses for just the right pair, what happens? An