Brooke L. Davis

Globally speaking, strange things are (indeed) afoot at the Circle K. Sometimes, when I fill my gas tank, I imagine Bill and Ted’s...

In cathedrals the faithful listen as robed prophets expound and gesticulate imparting exclusive knowledge. In cathedrals the faithful...

Ray rose to another bone-chilling morning of drudgery and sacrifice. He grabbed his pick, kissed Nora and the baby on the forehead, and...

I will stain you with my ink permanently, like velvet covers the window and shadows light, you will be inexplicably drawn, enveloped,...

With shaking hands, Emma sat at the roulette table and placed five ten-dollar chips on red 25. The color and number mirrored her rage and...

On the mountainside, cows roam unaware of potential volcano disasters. Their sweet lives of oblivious wandering makes me jealous of...

Angelica doesn’t want to awaken and listen to the other headstone angels who crumble to life at dusk. “This place is full of too many...

I wandered over the quiet green swaying grass of hillside, along fence lines with rusted wire, tiny spikes waiting to bite me over...

As a toddler, I loved Suzie Doll so much that the hair on the back of her head wore off and she was left with a scratchy, cropped,...

When my great-uncle died, his white farmhouse remained unlocked. It was tucked back on a long gravel driveway up the road from my...

The sky I was born under hangs grey, suspended like a crushed velvet curtain strewn with pale cotton on an early cold January day. The...

You have stayed too long like an unwanted houseguest perched in a dim back corner judging me in silence. I fed you the warm sustenance of...

While she waited for coffee, Kaitlan stole glances at the silver-haired woman with black-rimmed glasses who sat in a booth reading her...

We repeat the mistakes of the past. Thin bony fingers extend from graves, wagging at us as if to say, “You should know better.” We repeat...

Christiana stood at the edge of the bridge, the sound of the thundering waterfall mirroring her heart. With her mother’s passing,...

retreating within, the girl leaps from the tall cliff into her own world she soars, arms outstretched, over her blue ocean soul tides...

A cough rattled in Katie’s chest as she strolled through Central Park on a brisk fall day. As she approached the Untermyer fountain,...

In the warm morning light, the artist sits at her easel. In constant dull pain, she strokes the brush loaded with vermillion, azure,...

Serena dusted off the chairs that sat on the sidewalk near the stoop. Empty since early summer, they sat silent, much as Serena had...

He is no longer himself a ghostly apparition who walks the halls confined by doors disconnected by the passage of time. Moments of...