Gleaned from washer lint traps and waste cans in the homes she cleaned, and bits of colored rag tumbleweed littering the streets, she stirred up a kaleidoscope slurry. Imagining the letters from the discarded scrap rearranging themselves into new stories, she washed away the inappropriate words with the other dregs. Doctor in hand, she spread … Continue reading Infected fonts
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Relief came
Hanging from the tree house railing, impatiens swing in the breeze. His mother, standing at the edge of the pine needles, discovered the bones of a child wrapped in a pink blanket.
Open water
I exhaust my arsenal of survival strategies too soon. My spirit depleted, your clever ruses skew my sense of worthiness. Changing tactics, I keep to the shallows where my choices are clear. Accustom to playing your mind games and navigating your sins of omission, my last chance at victory is the uncomplicated truth. A secret … Continue reading Open water
Ripples
Think of all the stars in our universe like all the grains of sand on all the beaches on Earth. A number so vast, so incalculable, that for sake of argument, you could claim there is an infinite number of grains. When, in reality, it’s a finite number. At some point, the depth of sand … Continue reading Ripples
Cafe con leche
Whenever I visited Hilde, my adopted Cuban abuela, she would drink espresso from china demitasse cups she brought with her when her family fled Havana. The afternoon I helped her scrape black beans off the ceiling when her pressure cooker exploded, she made me cafe con leche, and a love for sweet coffee was awakened … Continue reading Cafe con leche
Every time
Why do you constantly do that? Every time I say anything, you always take it in the worst possible way. What? I never do that. You're totally overreacting, as usual. You are impossible! *Photo venue: The Landing, city park in Fort Walton Beach, FL
Thin spiral notebook 