I could be funny and clever Blue in the face, producing love letters Scratch out words, tear out pages

He wore a  perfectly practiced  nonchalance. Democratic — self-proclaimed. I took his brooding  as thoughtfulness, his theatrics as...

This poem is from a collection of poems that explores the themes of the ever-changing cinematographic landscape from across North America.

Tania began heading back the old familiar road, but then she glanced back at the church as her final glimpse of hope. Maybe someone there...

“Do you think it was just, like, a chemical imbalance?” I laughed without thinking. A quiet, panicked laugh. I hoped she couldn’t...

The sky cracks white water egg orange yolk dress dancing barefoot falling into grassy gutters and giggling, before being called in to...

How could I forget the exact date Tía Lola died? You spend all your life remembering birthdays, and something as permanent and defining...

The cyan leaps       & laps: a poem in slant  rhymes that I lip-read from your...

Contains Spoilers Not much can be seen in the modern city but Death Parks and Funerary Towers, all geared towards letting you remember...

They arrived at the necropolis at 1:00 pm, when the sun singed arms, and the day’s vapour panted on the back of necks. The necropolis,...

She grinds her teeth when she sleeps, Rubbing her tongue over the edges,  Feeling the uneven daggers and stubs, All that remains, Told,...

One hour. I hand in the few lines of my dissertation that my hunger traced over, then embroil myself in the open air reddening with the...

In this excerpt from Well Wasted, a novelette published in 2024, young Alex goes to a show at a club in Brighton, UK.

Welcome to SQUID. This online journal will include works of fiction, creative non-fiction, essays, poetry, visual art, and more.