Dec 14, 2024 | Fiction, Poetry |
There must be a wound!No one can be this hurtand not bleed. How could she injure me so?No marksNo bruises Worse!People say ‘My, you’re looking well’…..God help me!She’s mummified me -ALIVE!
Feb 20, 2021 | Featured, Fiction |
Mrs Mean My house has porches fore and aft and holds a corner. I spy with care and patience on my neighbors but I seldom speak. They watch me too, of course, and so I count our evils even, though I guard my conscience with a claim to scientific coldness they cannot...
Jul 7, 2019 | Fiction, Short Stories |
And once she lay over against me late in the night and she started talking, her breath in my ear, and she just went on and on, and talked faster and faster, she couldn’t stop, and I loved it, I just felt that all that life in her was running into me too, I had so...