Stay or Go?
“Holes? No, I suspect if there were holes in this cloak there would be holes in me as well, and then we’d have a serious problem on our hands. The Princess…
Headstone
I am not afraid of death.. its the thought of not living that scares me. The thought of not falling in love, or not being able to ever let things go. There are…
Desperate To Mediocre. Optimistic, But Realistic.
One key. Too many locks. My last eight minutes with my father were coming to an abrupt halt. The key hanging loosely around my neck (on a piece of string that…
Unwelcome Anniversaries Part 4
I am haunted by your voice whenever I visit certain places in the city. I can still hear you whispering in my ear when I sit on the swing third from the right…
Unwelcome Anniversaries Part 3
A year later, I watch the recording. I watch the speck that must be you jumping from the 106th story to your imminent death. (But maybe all the nine year olds…
Unwelcome Anniversaries Part 2
The gaps in between my name grew increasingly shorter. I could hear people in the background screaming, crying, begging to any God they knew. “Not me.” I could…
Scabs I Pick At In The Dark
You move like a rag doll, your arms and legs flailing without your consent. My nose is pressed to the screen, obsessively watching your fall. Your mouth moves…
Unwelcome Anniversaries Part 1
You weren’t supposed to be there. I remember they called us out of school. The teachers whispered in hushed tones all around us. My husband is in the tower. My…
Price Tag.
Before she thought it out, she took the item and stuck it in her purse. Her arms and hands betrayed her, and made her become the woman she was not raised to…
A Dream, Not Just a Dream
“Promise me...” “Shh now, baby. You don’t have to ask that.” Her voice is soft but pleading, her hands supple but assured. She traces out love letters that…
Life at 55 mph
Drive the backroads in December. Watch the field sparrows scrape the gravel of the berm looking for the corn the grain trucks spilled on route to the silos…
Apologies
He shifted uneasily from foot to foot, waited, then pressed the doorbell again. “Jo?” he called, staring hopelessly at the door. “Please, I just wanna talk.”…
Negative Concept Swept
Let a negative concept get swept Away like waves off the shore Leave its poison wept on the floor Watch how hate has crept out the door In search of where…
Janet's Pain
He’s looking at her again. Tammy something. That girl from his school. They’ve barely known each other for years. This is like the second time I’ve seen her…