Paul Aaron Domenick
Bio
The results of my poetry and fiction are unconditional in that every piece I publish is a singularity of sufficient creative struggle. It is in exchange with you that the struggle is extended. So, thanks for reading and responding.
Stories (7)
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She She She
A pale and thin girl, Miriam, sat alone in her high school cafeteria. A breeze of rustic potato smells enveloped her and put her off. She had already thrown away the annoying lunch her breast-cancer-ridden mother packed her, despite knowing Miriam wasn’t eating again.
By Paul Aaron Domenickabout 18 hours ago in Fiction
The Easter Hat
“Is your mother going to come with your Easter hat?” his kindergarten teacher asked him, almost accusingly. Joshua shrugged his shoulders. He put his right forefinger up to his mouth and uttered a single cough. He scratched his head and slumped his shoulders, walking to a folding table with premade hats.
By Paul Aaron Domenick2 days ago in Fiction
The Photographer's Code
You decide to visit your local park. You have become a close confidant to the homeless people who gather there most days. While talking to Cleo and Reed, you notice a new face in the crowd. It belongs to a stick-thin, middle-aged woman. She has her hand on her forehead as if taking her temperature.
By Paul Aaron Domenick4 days ago in Photography
