The Story Hall

In winter stop, look: the tree ballet. Branches wildly arcing and bending in fractal arabesques They touch one another Gently… Clicking…

“That government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth”. A. Lincoln, November 19, 1863

Poem

A Man of the Spirit to the End — And Beyond

What Happens When a Ghost Shows Up Unexpectedly?

True Stories From My Experience with the Other Side

An unusual prologue to an unusual crime novel

A Christmas SAPLING

This Was the Year That Was — Part One

You Deserve Two Standard Deviations

Some images will change your life forever. You carry them inside you, like a kernel of truth, because they are so powerful and have…

A poem exploring the impact of our suffering on loved ones

You buried your treasure

It was only money

A Story About Trying to Fit In

The argument went a little like this: I told my husband “I was looking at cars today”. David turned the page in the book he was reading…

You scan the graffiti like newspaper advertisements until your eyes freeze.

SGHolland November 8, 2020

When I was in college, more decades ago than I care to share, I had a picture by my bed for a couple of years. It depicted a wood in…

this burning love affair engulfs me with flames, life ablaze in amber, orange, & red

The Time I Made My Non-Vote Count — For Nothing

My daughhter is in New Zealand. She and her fiancé went there to restore, and bring home, a sailboat that was given to them by his mom and…

a pandemic paradox

An erotic poem