The Storm Woke Me
Short Story I was dreaming. I was dreaming of us. You and me. You were here. Lying next to me. I could feel your breath on my cheek. We ate scrambled eggs and...
Tagged: drama
Sand – Part Nine
Short Story I blink. I’m in front of Maddy’s apartment, fully dressed, with my revolver tucked into my pants. My head is blank, wiped empty. All I can do is stare down at the...
Misjudged – Part Five
Short Story After realizing that his parents were waiting for him at the end of the path, Tommy stopped short. Cash stumbled into him and said,“What’s the hold up, little man?” Tommy, who was too...
To Obtain Consent
Poem Drawn curtains Folded linen Tired, laden with pretense I don’t want you Lie, frustrate thrown across open chasms Really only the foyer and bedroom Freedom is only a doorway From time to egress...
You Were Born Of… – Part Three
Serial Story Running, running, running, bile rising at my throat’s base, I paused to panNJt with my friends. Genises’ finger pointed out the running, screaming, scattering people. They were ducking and wildly fleeing,...
Ars Melodia – after Just Breathe by Pearl Jam
In the morning, when the ban on visitors has been lifted, Tricia brings a vase of gladiolus to her mother’s room, because she has a memory, however indistinct, of her mother loving gladiolus. They’re...
