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…

PoetryCareless

For years, we smelled smoke. The facade was on fire, still measurements went un-taken. Flames carelessly set by…

Nightscape

  Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars.…

PoetryWinter Warriors

I have examined the night sky. Seen appear the moon, stars, and meteors. During winter’s freeze, Orion, lost…

PoetryThe Fire

  In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps…