Denise waddles down the hallway to her creative writing class like a brown Mrs. Pac-Man, struggling […]

Ours are the quiet hours when I reach for a coffee handed over  my shoulder. Minds

What lies in a dream Still remains to be seen As I lay in bed Still

~after Belle Waring I’m trapped under a pontoon  drowning in a Disney Princess swimsuit like when

Not to be dramatic,But God sent me something problematicA weight equal to the world is on

In a cabin in the woods, surrounded by unencumbered farmland, lived 4 pigs. The old farmer

We thought a cross-country train trip would be great. We were half right.             The big

The Chechen never rode anywhere.  He knew what he would face once he arrived in Afghanistan