When Gabriela was little, she saw the older girls in their fancy dresses. “Are they princesses?”
Her mother rolled her eyes. “No. They are just going to a dance. Come along.”
Gabriela thought about that. “I want to go to a dance when I am big.” Continue reading Incomplete
“Don’t you wanna do it?”
George had cracked. Where’d he come up with this girl? “I dunno. Whaz in ‘ere?”
Melanie pouted at that, hands on hips. “Playing with me, are you?”
Sean’s eyes stretched wide. Continue reading Misstep
The knock on the door sounded like an elephant.
“Can I help ya—” The door flew open, ripped from his hand. A huge bald guy—Mr. Elephant, himself—burst into the apartment,
slamming Tyrell hard against the wall. Too hard from the crunch. Continue reading Flow
The ghosts lingered behind in the bones of the disemboweled sanitarium. Buried secrets, the lost struggled to divulge untold tales. For among the dead were tortured storytellers.
Cover-ups are never perfect. Paper records vanished in the fiery furnace. Evidence erased, withered by time, public apathy. Continue reading Secrets
The defendant jumped to his feet. His chair squawked, rocked back, slammed down on the floor. “I object!”
The judge peered over his wire rims at the outburst.
The defendant continued, “It isn’t my fault! He built his—” Continue reading Object
Woman—daughter. Adult—child. A summer wedding filled with happy smiles and grandma’s tears. Tall—short. High heels—barefoot.
Bar clangs down on the elevator. Miners turn on headlamps. The car Continue reading Contrast
My novel remains unfinished.
A tomtit stands outside the window this afternoon. His head tips back and forth, as if he’s forgotten a verse of an important melody.
I soak in the warmth of sunlight, as Continue reading Dacha
Between us stands this old screen door and something more. Out here explorations of the world can begin.
There is no time but the present. A bush rustles. The screen breathes. Hints of bacon, cheese, peanut Continue reading Screen Door
Clouds below embrace dawn in timeless rhythm. Saturday. Sleep shackles worn heavy. The city lies mostly unaware of the encompassing mantle of majesty. Continue reading Connection
Putting it off has never truly turned out that well. Oh, the con can be run. A whiff and a sniff with a generous splash of the cologne. There’s no hurry. The shirt isn’t that dirty. No one will notice.
Someone always notices. Joke? Laundry challenged. Truth Continue reading Inevitable