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
Green eyes that once were blue, afraid to look at my face in a mirror when I was a teen. Continue reading Memoir.
You become numb, detached, and distant. You don’t shiver. You ache. Continue reading Discrimination.
I could see into the darkness, and the reflection of the wide-eyed girl who married a musician with a calloused hand that strummed her face like his guitar… Continue reading Show and Tell: which is more effective
He held me captive like he always did, there on the wet spot in the midst of yellowed sheets faded from months, no years of being soiled … Continue reading Dirty Laundry (an excerpt)
Her final kiss was soft. It was warm. It was wanting. Continue reading Excerpt from upcoming novel: Fyrecurl:In the Shadows