Weeds

It goes like this:  You start out standing next to each other in a green green field lit by a white gold sun – spring is beginning.  Just the gossamer edges of your Personal Space Bubbles brush up against each

Weeds

It goes like this:  You start out standing next to each other in a green green field lit by a white gold sun – spring is beginning.  Just the gossamer edges of your Personal Space Bubbles brush up against each

When He Came Back

Fat raindrops fall slowly from the branches above Gwen’s head and onto the open book in her lap; she stares blurry-eyed at the verses, praying under her breath in a steady rhythm to keep from crying out. “Please let him

When He Came Back

Fat raindrops fall slowly from the branches above Gwen’s head and onto the open book in her lap; she stares blurry-eyed at the verses, praying under her breath in a steady rhythm to keep from crying out. “Please let him

Blue Morphos

Fred and Ethel are fighting again.  Studio laughter fills the pauses in their exchange as Ethel explains why she’s come home wearing a curly red wig (Lucy needed a stand in at Café Babalu), but Fred is just not having

Blue Morphos

Fred and Ethel are fighting again.  Studio laughter fills the pauses in their exchange as Ethel explains why she’s come home wearing a curly red wig (Lucy needed a stand in at Café Babalu), but Fred is just not having

Vapor

I want to be melting. I want to let go of what I can’t control (which is everything). I want my insides to bleed in to the sidewalk, to the sky. I want to exhale with the fallen cigarettes. I

Vapor

I want to be melting. I want to let go of what I can’t control (which is everything). I want my insides to bleed in to the sidewalk, to the sky. I want to exhale with the fallen cigarettes. I

You

Shut up. Words are useless.  They come out of us like dust, moved here and there in neat piles that sit and wait to be swept up, or get blown around again by rushing feet and muddy paws.  You say

You

Shut up. Words are useless.  They come out of us like dust, moved here and there in neat piles that sit and wait to be swept up, or get blown around again by rushing feet and muddy paws.  You say

What I Know

Write what you know, they say.  Not exactly, of course – this is capital F Fiction!  But some shred of knowing should be present, at least for it to be good.  To produce just the right balance of tears, laughter,

What I Know

Write what you know, they say.  Not exactly, of course – this is capital F Fiction!  But some shred of knowing should be present, at least for it to be good.  To produce just the right balance of tears, laughter,

Engagement Photo – new

Their faces puffy, bloated drunk, they laugh and laugh until it hurts.   They sit and smirk, roped tight and tied – even now, without the knot.   It will hurt.   He will only leave one day – if

Engagement Photo – new

Their faces puffy, bloated drunk, they laugh and laugh until it hurts.   They sit and smirk, roped tight and tied – even now, without the knot.   It will hurt.   He will only leave one day – if