If We Let It

solitude

It patters on the banana fronds Runs in rivulets down muddy streets Mossy tufts sprout in the old gypsy’s room The house crumbling around us. Years have passed without it ceasing It will wipe down our memories, and with them Our history. … Continue reading

Second-Hand Sunglasses

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The Saturday before school started, Tina and her mom went to Second Hand Love for back-to-school clothes. Tina hated the feeling of wearing someone else’s jeans, but after a few wears she forgot all about it. After all, one could … Continue reading

Do Not Pass “Go”

Photo courtesy of Steven Lewis

I suppose the idea burrowed into my brain during my first upper-division literature course, which makes sense. It was Victorian literature, and the professor was a midwestern transplant who wore loafers to class and introduced Dickens in a way that actually … Continue reading

Without the Map

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I tried to forgive them, for my sanity’s sake, but the longer I sat there the more I wanted revenge. Imagining walking back to town through the piss-soaked streets, the mud so thick it formed an unwieldy suction around every step, my jaw stiffened. … Continue reading

Judee

gnarled tree

In the span of a breath, everything changed It fell from her hand, hung from a limp trunk Glinting with hazard, its surface warned us Of perils she ignored, or so we thought. Her voice climbed branches mellifluously Effortlessly returning humanity Back to us … Continue reading

Grown-up Furniture

The desk is in storage, but here is the bookshelf (and dog).

A fun factoid most people don’t know about me is that my dad built most of my nice furniture. Sure, there’s the glossy piano that I got as a graduation present, back when teaching piano was my only means of self-support, and the … Continue reading