• Fairy bad Business

    I’ve been writing micro and flash fiction for essay contests the last couple of months and…

  • My Honey

    August 31, 1938 Dear Honey, My Honey, I would have wrote you sooner, but I didn’t…

  • Meeting my Soul

    She carries me, my soul.My aching, tired bones wrapped in weathered skin that sheds and thins and…

  • Summer

    July 25, 1938 Dearest Ha, Received your letter, about time. Don’t faint when you see the…

  • Budding Love

    The tall, narrow homes and straight brick buildings of Jamaica, Queens stood in neatened order like…

  • Isolated Week

    I spent the week driving and writing and walking. So much walking. So much thinking. So…

  • Uninvited Guests

    “Night terrors again? You didn’t wet the bed did you?” There was the guilt. She was…

  • One-Way

    I looked toward the mismanaged row of trees – leaning into each other and pitched curiously…