The Weighing Time Again
a short story originally written for the NYC Midnight contest It had happened again. This she was certain of, because she could remember everything and before she hadn’t been able […]
a short story originally written for the NYC Midnight contest It had happened again. This she was certain of, because she could remember everything and before she hadn’t been able […]
a short story originally written for the NYC Midnight contest Absolutely nobody in Bristlecone, Nevada actually believed there was a witch trapped in the ancient tree that had been growing in the […]
A door begging to be knocked A river of warnings A valley of “why not” An un-lock, an old rusty bolt Jim Morrison cooing lullabies And a bad idea separated by A keypad and a glowing screen Hold breath, just a few 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 … Happy New […]
It is a pear Christmas tree ornament. I don’t remember exactly how I got it or why I think it’s connected to my mom. Like she bought it for me? […]
“Mama! I got the part!” feet running through the house, book bag thumping on the table. Her hands deep in the garden soil, amazed her heart can still expand so […]
“I miss museums,” she said. He nodded. “I miss apple orchards in the fall,” she said. He smiled. “I miss holding hands” she closed her eyes. He squeezed her hand. […]
[repost from 2012] My dad and I shared the house in Reno with a woman named Katie who was one of the waitresses at dad’s restaurant and I pretty much […]
The precipice so near the prairie A turn of heel makes the difference Sideways; a flat valley of easy fields Head on; a cliff overhang dropping It menaces, […]
Who loved him more?Overlapping but separate spheresOur relationships uniquePrecious gems he madea necklace ofWore near his heart What sense is there inSaphire, lapis, and jadejostling for proximity withDiamonds, emeraldsSeashells and […]
“It doesn’t matter.” It was a mantra repeated a thousand times a day in her mind. A distant echo of their last conversation. She knew it didn’t, nothing does in […]