“It’s time to get away from all of this,” Erick says sternly to himself. Closing the door behind him, Erick walks barefoot across the hardwood floor toward his ...
Sometimes I think I would give anything to taste that summer again. Your sweat, my sweat. You tasted of apples and grass and Tennessee whiskey. I tasted of you ...
It’s the Dark Moon. I’ve been wandering these woods for hours, passing trees, each peak and valley in the bark a fingerprint, yet I circle them. Lost. Who did I...
Ryan Norman is a queer writer and poet. His fiction and poetry have been considered for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best Small Fictions. He has two poetry chapbooks. You can find him on Twitter/Bsky @ryanmgnorman or ryanmgnorman.com