In the wee hoursa child wakes, vexed by helium visionshis scream swaddles the room’s skeletonwith…
Monday, march 5th, Agatha stared at me with feline indifference from the other side of the table, obviously not interested in my breakfast…
They are among us, you just have to be watchful
He was a lonely man, a lonely and sad man
I saw him for the first time when I began to frequent the bakery in the…
The land cries. I’ve seen it in too many summers of my life, when the sun cracked earth mirrors the hidden cracks in my…
Nancy and Mary, my nieces, pirouetted for the floor length mirror. A quick turn and the young women disappeared into the little girls of…