Prose & Poetry

His name was Roar.  Not the monosyllabic English or American “roar,” as in the meaningless voice

Nina stood in front of her bedroom mirror, carefully pinning her hair into two buns on

Over the P.A., the daily Jim Jones harangue does not wake Robert this morning but music

It’s too early in the day and I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I

We were going from Lincoln, NE to Manhattan, KS through a landscape of low expectations and

On Christmas morning, Raina woke up on the wrong side of the bed. First of all,

As I drove east toward the central California town of Dinuba, I could see the snow-capped

Joey did not expect cake.        Much less two cakes: a beautiful one in five colored layers

The nightclub was a converted warehouse on the Left Bank, just a block from the river.