Prose & Poetry

Jen had been the lead performer in a high school play the night we met, so

“What are you looking for?” the man in a stained shirt stepped from behind the counter. 

St. Matthew’s, South Carolina: summer, 1974.  I was riding in a mini-van with a group of

All[1] You[2] Need[3] to[4] Know about 13[5] Pepperidge[6] Lane Listing Imagine[7] living in this 1,913-square-foot custom-built[8]

When I looked up at the clock, my heart sank. 8:02 A.M. Late. I was always

She knew it was a mistake moving across from Rainey Park. Francine told her brother numerous

It wasn’t Coopers’, his was still in the air. Yet, as a plane taxied along the

I wanted to write this anecdote at a café that I used to frequent. Its window

I can clear a playgroup kitchen faster than you can say “Chinese footbinding.” I didn’t even