The smell of humid soaked cypress and loblolly. A pileated drills. The softwood spine of a hundred-foot pine offers the meal. Threads of...

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...

Atop the iron icon we sipped champagne. Paris. We were at the top of Paris. It had been a long walk. Every step worthwhile. The Eiffel...

The drip in the laundry ticks a slower time. I wonder where the water is going while watching sugar ants soldier march counter to sink...

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...

The woman followed M into the ladies’ room. Then wept. Welled eyes held through a tissue-less time of strong. “I wish we were doing this...

sparrows remain unseen though their voices surround through the lemon trees and the olive tops, the lollipop pines bees on gardenias...

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...

As spring begins its reign there comes a time for the first warm hard rain. I toast the solstice. Celebrate transition. Watch the yard...

The Moon blocked the sun and we searched for vegetables and people who weren’t white. We traveled to a tourist nook named Nashville for a...

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...

It's 7 a.m. It is still dark and just above freezing. I'm standing in the middle of a four-lane street wearing a trash bag. It is pouring...

With a hind muscle leap from the loveseat the chase was on. Two romps across the area rug and then the clapper claw of scrambling paws...

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 sky on fire was a sure prompt for feeling small. In the dark of the new Moon, bundled against the last of autumn’s chill, we chaise...

she asks me what I want for Christmas in the laundry sorting clothes while a summer straight down rain begins raging warm daring December...

A bright white high school girl side slides a screen window open and smiles. Her red lettered shirt matching her acne. She hands me a...

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...

Alias Little Red Riding Hood, that’s what she called herself, sort of looked the part, kind of Grimm, with a red trimmed cape thing, but...