Human at Work
Fiction
Narratives that explore shared humanity and illuminate the everyday, designed to transport, motivate, and connect us.
Short Stories
Sade is woken by the sounds and motions of a struggle next to her on the mattress. With what shadowy vestiges remain of her sight, she catches a flurry of movement as someone disappears into the bathroom.
Tired of being gaslit into oblivion?
Exhausted by the “I’m sorry you feel that way” Olympics?
Peter Ganglidge knows he is starting to lose control. Every day the pain gets worse, his energy is waning, and things are becoming harder to keep concealed.
Trails of dried tears ridge her cheeks, though she doesn’t recall why she was crying.
A call.
Miles away, another answers. The air bends, the earth hums. Invisible threads weaving herd to herd across a distance no eye can cover.
Poetry
Just to move away from
this space this place
This gap in the forest walls
and what a time
to be wrought
from bleak skies, from
forlorn magpies.
You work the day shift. You work the night shift. You don’t sleep. You sleep too much. You eat. You don’t. It doesn’t matter. You keep scratching for life, hoping like hell the light returns.
A defiant bloom from the cracks—this one’s for the wild things that won’t stay buried.


Grey doesn’t scare me like it used to.