Short Fiction and Poetry

solitude shines in the blade of a knife ornate patterns carved into the handle an alluring thing i grasp a piece of beauty [...]

Golden glitter unicorn snowglobe gifted at Christmas, shaken, spun. Hunches and hints of past adventures, [...]

Have you been at old Tinharp's lea That's local to the blue fount's welling? Then must have seen the broad-leaved tree—[...]

Come quickly.    Be furtive and ever silent. As voyeurs we shall bear novel witness.  Look there and give account... [...] 

Two women jog in the dark pre-dawn glowing with fitness and self-discipline along the straight streets, but not together. [...]

The mountains stretch behind me Wind blew me out of town The morning sun will blind me I rode the highway down [...]

We are stuck between nowhere and somewhere— where the earth’s true north and magnetic north align. Reapers reach out to us from beyond[...]

Each day seeing more And more petals have Dropped and wishing That I could save them

I am the watcher of the space between the ground and rocks you step on, the feeling you get when in the woods [...]

The clock hands orchestrate the change in us all, like a conductor waving his baton

The people who make your water filters (y’know, the kind that goes under your counter, in the long, blue tube) were pretty unhappy. [...]

I took my kindness to the river and held it under: Felt the flesh of its neck beneath my fingers As it expired [...]

i wish to origami myself into a paper butterfly– smaller, smaller–until i can fit inside the gaps between your ribs

My foot throbbing, unable to walk, I lay on a cot in Emergency.  The light was too dim to read.  I closed my eyes. 

And I remember your painting of cows with blue shadows well ­­- the copy of Dirk Wears White Socks you hid and played

This moon, clinging to a cloudless sky, offers the light by which we love.

Have you ever looked out on the woods as the wind did howl? And think that you may have seen the eyes of the owl? [...]

Under this bridge, brides are sent to find lost rings. Have you not heard? It takes a life to calm the water. I’d rather be woman [...]

Walls move, I stay  static, propped  as yellow and white  polyester gowns swim  across floors, whispering,  breathing. 

Shell monotone cover, softly inked pages, where have you not come with me speaking of cigarettes and cigarettes and cigarettes [...]