Digging to China
Poem Well I was digging my way to China, shovel and all, hands dirty with the past, with the miles of mud dug, displaced, disposed. I was digging my way to China when my...
Tagged: loss
A Window, True and Real
Poem The paper is too white, the pen – unwilling, the horizon’s out of sight, my hand is trembling, my heart is locked between walls and dust, this door I cannot trust, All...
Cups with Coriander: Affogato
Serial Fiction Story The next day I got up early and went for a run. This was new for me; Cori was the runner. Sleek and stunning, she wore athletic gear the way...
Losing You
Poem ah, that’s right Life, it takes a toll The demands we fight without selling our soul when, we live this existence we enjoy what it yields live in it with malice our...
To Friends Who Get Lost in the Woods
Poetry about Friends I know why you went in The shadows stained your skin like ink The grass was woven into a welcome mat It was easy to leave your folks behind The...
The Things They Tell Me
Poem They tell me to forget you That I’m wasting time on feeling who You are inside and appear aside From your bright, fluttering smiles They tell me waiting isn’t worth The return...
Piece of Nothing
Poem The world belongs to the living… Now you are far away from home, the home you never had, and as your presence turns to stone, I’ll never call you “dad”. Now you...
Running With The Wind
Poem to my father You’ve been running all your life. Running from what was hidden in the past, in the future and at last: black abyss. You’ve played hide and seek hiding...
Sneaking Away – Part Three
Contemporary Fiction Maisee died before her parents even made it to the hospital. An acute lung infection that had been misdiagnosed as asthma. There had been a fluid build up and it was too...
Sneaking Away – Part Two
Short Story We were eleven and I loved her. I didn’t care what my friends said, or when they made kissy faces at us during recess when we held hands. She was Maisee Green and...
