It rained for three days. I listened. Trying to write of the sound. Sounds. Different tones from different places. In bed. By the window....

I take my thumb and press it. Nestle it. Push it into the heart of the stone. Into the smooth place where it naturally rests. The...

A Ghost Story. A True Story. The mills were built of the local blue granite. The stones could sweat a moody indigo in the right kind of...

A Ghost Story. A True Story. She whispered to the cat in her Cat Lady voice. The cat that wasn’t there.   But it was. I thought it in her...

A ghost story. A true story. The kerosene lantern arced in broad swing.   By itself.   The speed made me think I must have bumped the...

Some months you can see coming. A mountain on the horizon. The road straight. All the green at the bottom. The red in the middle blended...

I once had a little black button and I liked it. Liked it very much. When consciousness rekindled in the ICU, my first impressions were...

The through of the threshold brought no cold. The unseen comfort curtain hanging between inside and outside gone. Stepping through the...

It started in a bar. In my mind that’s where it started. It could have begun at work. We were supposed to wear red, white, and blue. I...

I was pummeled by the flu and bought a new pair of shoes. And M accepted the virus as her own and bought a new pair of pants. And one...

The barista’s bonzer black hair matches her Smiths tee. Morrissey’s coif negative white in a reverse printed album still. The band rests...

The fence shadows crept like ghosts back to graves and then it was the middle of the night. And then it was the middle of the month. I...

September offers no immediacy. I am thankful for this truth. This year brings three clear weeks between the end and perceived end of...

My body was covered in colors dull bright, a French countryside cottage built on my chest. And my love looked so lovely in an almond...

The fog fell heavy, ghosting expectations for anything resembling sun or summer. The season’s first hours might have invited fresh...

When the tumor took my friend, I sat in silence for a long while before I cried. I had known her almost nine years, and she was my very...

We raised new fences and the backyard smells of fresh milled pine. We being an expression of the gathering of craftsmen and apprentices...

Life and Death on Interstate 64 Fifty-six hundred pounds of Escalade hard laid its side. A brilliant red of rescue lights reflects...

A costumed race unmasked It's one of those crazy costume races held near Halloween. I'm dressed as a vintage pilot, sans leather jacket,...

My blood boiled cold when I read the emails. I don’t remember a specific time when nor a place where I first heard the Virginia Beach...