Dr. Arrow C. Valentine woke up on February 14th, the same dread in mind as every other of his name-days. That’s…
Sitting at an old wood picnic table under an oak tree at the Holiday Motel in a no name Iowa town, I hear the cicadas buzzing…
The oak outside her window learns to endure its shadow. She hears this happen in the hollow of her heart…
I stare at the blank page. I think about topics, introductions, conclusions, and the…
I fear history is a garden of man-made stone. A labyrinth of DNA laid into circuitous paths…
“Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no…
I go to the ruined place every time I worry about money. Oh honey — the broken bricks say. It’s okay — your…
