“You were smiling so big!” my nine-year old son tells me, his own showing as he says. “I was,” I affirm. “You were so happy!” “I was,” I affirm again. Many times, he repeats the same on our drive home and after, when we are there. This is what […]
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Short Story
COASTAL TOWN
“Getting high’s easy. Getting drunk’s fine. It’s the getting by that’ll get a soul down. So if you need me, know that I’m bleeding Somewhere alone in some coastal town…” _____ Fifth of May, the poppies were in bloom; and they walked together the coastal hills in scent of the sea they could not […]
Short Story
STRAWBERRIES
“…be my house, strong and sturdy far from town, oh; be my home, just think of all the places we will go…” _____ Year by year, she watched it grow—strawberry patch in runner-spread across the farm place lawn. Begun as three small cuttings, it was summer blanket of layers and levels of green and […]
Short Story
CHARTREUSE LEAVES
Anna was beautiful in reposed read, body curl and lie of fit in small of loveseat’s rest; sky-blue shirt and panties, white, legs and face and arms past curl-raised sleeves in light of window sun. Slope of ceiling beams above, rays of sun in fall, all of moment appeared in lead and guide […]
Short Story
FLASHING LIGHTS
I passed a set of flashing lights this morning on a mostly empty road. A Sheriff’s truck under overpass with no other car around, wondering what I missed—I looked a little closer. Against direction of traffic, walking towards, was a teenage boy—pack strung over single shoulder. From […]