Prose & Poetry

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.

“I love you, Mrs. St. George.” “I love you too, Mr. St. George.” As his bride’s

I know why. I know why Michael spent days painting the crumbling, weed-split concrete patio behind

One I read the agenda for the meeting and I realized that I was a sucker. 

I was laying in bed looking up available camping reservations. My new therapist thought camping would

Grace was doing her best to enjoy the walk to the bar. Normally, she would take

Basked in the afterglow of her own sweat, Cathy got up from a tumultuous night of