Return to sender

Stacks of vandalized newspapers were haphazardly strewn around the room in stark contrast to the neatly clipped articles laid out chronologically across the dining room table. Each item reported on a rash of neighborhood thefts. Dubbed the Porch Pirate by the press, Martin Becks was stealing postal packages left on door steps. Random addresses, random […]

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Fresh bread

When he suggested we make our own bread, I thought he wanted to eat less processed food. I got a dough machine, stocked up on whole wheat flour, and yeast, even researched ways to cultivate sourdough starter. The first time I presented him with a fresh loaf, still warm from the oven, he looked at […]

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100 Word Challenge: FOOD

When I was a kid, my parents, who were from the Old School of Obligatory Finishing of Meals, wouldn’t let my brother or me leave the table if food was still on our plate. Admonishments about poor children in faraway counties going hungry were often used to shame us into eating. I don’t remember if I […]

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From the hilltop

Looking down from atop the knoll, plain white markers, degraded by weather and time, spread out uniformly like a well-practiced parade regiment. From where I stand, the speckled fields stretch toward the horizon. Each generation, each year, each day, each hour the sward fills with more and more dead. No flowers are left by the grave […]

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Ivy window

Will you risk it all for me? Will you scale my ivy walls hoping to find my window open, and accept my invitation to enter a secret world I offer to very few? I can show you things you’ve never seen before, could never imagined. No fairytale, no myth, nor fantasy is as incredible as […]

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