In your 36th year you will learn what its like to die and watch all that you built and your father built be dismantled. Continue reading Synopsis of a story
“I’m Candy.” Her voice soft but nasal like a gay male. Each word carefully chewed and swallowed before trailing out through her nostrils. It was not her real name. Not the one she was born with nor even the one on her driver’s license but it’s what she told us to call her that first day. Continue reading Candy
She walked into the room in the basement of Christ’s church where we met every second and fourth Saturday of … Continue reading RACHEL
I sit in my mother’s old rocking chair, the same one she used to rock me in when I was … Continue reading The Reluctant Soldier
She was standing by the road when I saw her last Clutching one hand against her downy breast And waving … Continue reading Metaphorical Rose
Flowers grow above the ground where his ashes lay at peace, to remind us that amidst the thorns, his beauty blossoms like a scarlet memory, Continue reading Happy Father’s Day, Indeed!
Green eyes that once were blue, afraid to look at my face in a mirror when I was a teen. Continue reading Memoir.