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...
Sep 8, 2018 | Fiction, Short Stories |
Ghosts and EmptiesI have somehow become a woman who yells, and, because I do not want to be a woman who yells, whose little children walk around with frozen, watchful faces, I have taken to lacing on my running shoes after dinner and going out into the twilit streets...
Feb 27, 2014 | Featured, Fiction, My Lies, Poetry |
Darkness is the lie, A lie only a suburb of the soul can see; Whispering, shuddering darkness, Silent and smooth as night. Engulfing darkness, smothering sharp senses, Claiming fresh cerebral sonnets. Sleep, insanity touches you darkly, “Madness? Nae, tis but a...
