I was reading a tongue twister book to Sophia. We were lying in the guest bed, the one she sleeps on when she is here. It occurs to me now that everything about this bed has a history. I purposefully neglect to think about this too specifically, but the stuff is old and each piece had a long separate life…
My mother and I sit across the table from each other. Glasses pushed up close to her eyes she stares across the tablecloth at me. “Well are you sure you want to go straight to college?” As a senior it is finally time to decide what I want…
The park breaks Piggett Drive at Bentley. Who says you can’t walk out here?
“Dad, it’s not dead yet.”
My father pulled the knife away from the gills of the Bluefish. He picked it up by…
The streets are alive with the blood and tears of every resident that carved their lives out of its concrete streets. A harbour…
