ProseBetrayal

“Didn’t expect you here,” he said as he spotted me at the mall on that fine Saturday.  Not…

PoetryNostalgia

He stares at me strangely This son of my mine He catches me smiling When there’s no reason…

ProseAmerican Mistress

  It was odd what had come over Jake’s parents. Usually they argued. Sometimes violently. But this morning…