Prose & Poetry

Pain has a strange entanglement with memory. When you have lived for four decades in a […]

            Jimmy feels guilty as a Catholic school boy playing hooky – which he never did,

The grains of sand cradle your feet, filling the spaces between your toes and hugging the

“I’d like to see Dr. Barnes.” Luella shutters her soul firmly under her skin. The young

Evening, an unfamiliar mountain road. There could be nothing strange about a deer darting in front

Calm down, you text. You’re beautiful no matter what! xoxo Stop that. I haven’t even sent

“So, tell me, why do you want to live?” Ro posed this seemingly important question to

Seated at the spinning wheel, the girl daydreamed listening to the tuneless melody of wooden spokes

Going through all the boxes in my attic brings back the good and the bad. As