A showcase of work by elizabeth murray; short stories, articles, haiku, flash fiction, poetry, dialogue, and experiments. Like what you see? Contact me. I could be writing for you.
“Seriously! Why always me? Not to be negative but I can’t even go for a ride in car without a knife being pulled! He didn’t even stay on the road! Ask Reb! We were bouncing over fields”
“I don’t need to. Remember the time when you impaled yourself on the bench on our way out? One […]
I was only five. My only gift, primroses; picked with small hands and big concentration. Wrapped in red tissue, and placed in a basket to present with smiles. Strong winds blew, so I held them instead, clung on in desperation. Stolen by jealous gusts, I painted them with saline; only the memory of their glow […]
The stories pour from pendulum eyes, weighted by the wait of years,where shadows loom larger than the buildings that overhang, mist
and mimic like a comedian no longer loved, betraying his guilt in his limbs.
Those eyes, worn well but not outside, not yet, as he leans closer in
to move that brow and grasp that spirit that […]