I turned out sofa cushions and emptied overflowing coin jars, trying to find as many quarters as I could, cashing in any remaining change for rolls of 25¢ pieces. Dropping my coins into the slots of a pay-per-view telescope trained on the horizon, I tried focusing on faraway images floating just out of sight. Fading … Continue reading Pay-per-view
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On our own
I never felt like a burden. She would tell me I could do whatever I wanted, be anything I put my mind to. Her love for me was unconditional. Can’t say the same for the Grans. Even when I was very young, it was obvious they thought she made two mistakes. First getting pregnant and … Continue reading On our own
As charms on a bracelet
Wandering among granite and wrought iron walls Tracing epitaphs etched, dates neglected Wrapped in lingering sorrow like prayer shawls As charms on a bracelets, souls Death collected Trinkets meant to amuse and entertain No more precious than bits of bone dissected Yet each cherished in a heart, love doth sustain Relics kept secret even from … Continue reading As charms on a bracelet
All we need is love
“You’d do it if you loved me.” Those seven words changed her life forever. Once she gave in, he wouldn’t answer her calls or talk to her at school. She was a nobody again. Then the nausea started, and her flow stopped, and she knew. He called her names and refused to believe her. Her … Continue reading All we need is love
Girl from Ipanema
“Well, what do you know Walt, Christmas cards from the ‘rents and Viv,” her voice echoed in the empty post office atrium. Flipping open the card written in her mother’s feminine flourish, she smiled at the childish cartoon drawing that was her father’s signature. Pauley was still adjusting to her long-dead mother resurrected, and living … Continue reading Girl from Ipanema
Bogeyman
Keeping my arms and legs pulled in tight, I dare not let them fall over the edge of my bed. I hear the scratching, feel the hot breath of what is lurking beneath. Pale faces at my window, alien and distorted, paralyze me with fear. I shake my head, trying to dispel white noise voices … Continue reading Bogeyman
Thin spiral notebook 