Whispering secrets as gentle as a zephyr Shaking leaves of the weeping willow echo Each word, each emotion in equal measure Reading old letters, faded and yellow Our love affair dead, bleeding out through his pen His lies, my offering, wing o’er the meadow Paper drifts on the breeze, origami wren Folded and creased, sharp … Continue reading Origami wren
Category: Flash Fiction
Ancient aliens
The time has come, our return is imminent. Any knowledge we imparted is lost. Advanced civilizations dead and our wisdom forgotten. Any lasting records are disbelieved, or assigned erroneous explanations. We were there when the Great Pyramids were constructed in Giza, when the Mayans and Incas built their mighty empires on the Yucatán Peninsula and … Continue reading Ancient aliens
Fire fighter
Your constant barrage of hateful taunts turned my once loving heart to stone. My confusion and guilt be damned. If you were burning, I wouldn’t piss on you to put out the fire.
Deadman walking
“Compajaf.” A name that could make grown men tremble. A place so wicked, so evil even the harshest mother would never utter it to force her crianças to behave. Compajaf prison, more a medieval dungeon than modern facility, housed the most heinous of Brazilian criminals. Functioning toilets were nonexistent, food was scarce and putrid, medical … Continue reading Deadman walking
Under the Big Top
Spinning dinner plates, balanced precariously on spindly broomsticks, wobble out of control. Multi-colored balls, handcrafted out of orphan socks, circle my head in erratic, elliptic orbits while I attempt to keep a hacky sack, stuffed with worries, suspended in the air, frantically hopping from foot to foot. My life is a circus, and I am a … Continue reading Under the Big Top
That voice again
It was exactly how it was in the movies. The accident played out in excruciatingly slow motion. From the moment Callie saw the other car rushing at her in her periphery, to the surreal impact, to her car rolling end over end like a giant, metal tumbleweed, it all happened in half time. Witnesses claimed … Continue reading That voice again
Thin spiral notebook 