Prose & Poetry

I used to think the break was the end of the story –a heap of porcelain […]

(To Zoe on Turning Two) Not many memories stay put,but this one has deep roots.Zoe reminds

I saved you half of my sandwich.It was Swiss cheese and bacon,smeared with blackberry jam. It

i have spent my whole life hoping that i would awake one morning, able to see

Neither here nor there, most people wander through life with no direction and no purpose. Like

It’s 2013, but it feels a lot like 1932. The way the wind blows, the smell

Set back from a country road, the garage door rolled up just enough for headlights to

perhaps i handled it for a moment but your last text was to me in some

In some distant future closer than I’d like, your eye will stray, your passion divert as