Rachel 492 wds It was bone cracking cold the day the tall thin girl in a … Continue reading Rachel (revised)
your raven hair piled high on your head
and an errant curl like a tassel fallen to one side Continue reading Rambling Thoughts
The day she came back i was in the town square at market buying several grouse and some venison, red potatoes and wild beets for a stew. Her favorite meal. Continue reading Ferderica
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 sit alone by the window in silence … Continue reading A Yearning.
“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 was standing by the road when I saw her last Clutching one hand against her downy breast And waving … Continue reading Metaphorical Rose