Angela was kicking herself for saying, “Yes.” The hottest boy at Cannon High, Reese Greene, had asked her to senior prom. He caught her at the Hall C lockers between Science Lab and American Lit. First she looked around for members of his posse. Maybe one of them was capturing this potentially humiliating moment for a … Continue reading Hunk’a, hunk’a, burnin’ love
Category: Light and Shade
Hot flashes
She sat on his work stool in the garage, the one with the torn seat cover. Parked in front of an industrial fan, the sweat that ran down her chest and into her bra quickly evaporated. Her wet ball cap was discarded on the concrete floor, along with her well-worn work gloves. Little drops of … Continue reading Hot flashes
Childish things
Holding on to youth too long Is like trying to climb up a hot slide, All it gets you are burnt fingers and a blister. Let go, grow up, you’re all wrong. Get off the playground ride, The Game of Life has no winner, And you ain’t the Red Rover anchor.
Gazing into the abyss
Taking a steadying breath, I stood. I could feel the sweat soaking through my shirt, and was glad for my dark suit jacket. A trickle ran down my spine, pooling in the hollow of my back. I gripped the edge of the table in an effort to keep my hands from shaking. Nothing calmed my … Continue reading Gazing into the abyss
Brings all the boys to the yard
She did a little shake, her idea of a seductive shimmy, and her polyester and tulle dress slid down her androgynous hips, and pooled around her bare feet. Lost among the remains of their late-date dinner of Monterey melts and a BBQ sandwich on Texas toast from Whataburger, she stepped into his arms. The secluded … Continue reading Brings all the boys to the yard
From little acorns
It isn’t for purely aesthetic reasons that cold iron is used to adorn funeral plots. Red as rust, blood has the taste and tang of hematite, the life force of earth. Scrolls of wrought iron circle family plots, and are forged into intricate gates and mausoleum entries. Folklore spins tales of iron crosses, and fleur-de-lis being … Continue reading From little acorns





