Origins
My life began with a funeral A fresh start from a bloody goodbye The harmful root wrenched free and yet I weep for what is no more than an Absence. Standing alone, I jump from the edge Suspended above water, … Continue reading
Category Archives: Fiction/Poetry
Reservations at Nine-Thirty
She traded it all for a silver kiss. At least, that’s how it went in her mind’s eye. As Rhonda sat in her trailer, ignoring her publicist and picking at her non-existent split ends, she imagined the camera panning from the … Continue reading
Shovel
He dug himself a hole in the ground a place to burrow dreams for safekeeping while he tended to responsibilities Locked them tightly in a brass tin and kept the key hidden from sight as dreams belong to youth and … Continue reading
One Viable Egg
Suddenly she was noticing eggs everywhere. A nest in the tree outside her apartment, half-off cage-free at Whole Foods, window dressings in the Village featuring perfectly speckled porcelain specimens snug in faux-nests. She couldn’t escape the symbols of fertility popping out … Continue reading
The Room at the End of the Hall
I had been aware of Margery’s affair for some time, even if only subconsciously. A man of patience, that’s how I like to think of myself. I merely looked the other way at her subtle tells; the nights when she’d … Continue reading
The Salon
It was impossible. No woman, much less a lady of nobility, should be exposed to such filth, though it masqueraded as art. Monsieur le Beau had already fought with the others to keep the painting out of the Salon, although really … Continue reading
The Probatio Unit
I can never go back there, I think triumphantly. I have done what no one before me has been able to do: escape! With my back tightly against the wall, I peek over my shoulder and check the hall behind … Continue reading
How it Ends
A flash sparked across the sky. The ragged group looked up in disbelieving unison. It was the first man-made sound they’d heard in a month. “What the…” Herman trailed off. They stood dumbfounded for what seemed like eternity. Skeet, the … Continue reading
To the Ocean
The smell was noticeable. Although it had seeped into the car gradually, now it was strong. Kendra wrinkled her little smidge of a nose. “What’s that smell, Momma?” “That’s the ocean, baby.” “The ocean has a smell?” “Yes. Doesn’t it … Continue reading
Venice for One
Everyone knew. Though I hadn’t told anyone, I could tell by the way they treated me. The sympathetic looks, the “you go, girl!” smiles, the affirming grips on the forearm all told me they understood why I was going to … Continue reading
