There is a scar on your inner thigh, that looks like a bear, and when I traipse my index finger too close, you go rowr. Always Ray, always. I walked…
Rose petals lie open to the wind. Vibrant fuchsia has faded to a soft blush, the color now muted of its former vitality. A few petals have fallen and now…
Peter Jordan opened the front door of his home and took a breath of morning air, smiled, and looked around. The sky was grey with pockets of azure blue peeking out…
Those fireflies spark in the hum and burr of twilight, when our legs begin to itch from the day’s rambles. Chiggers and tall grass have left their mark, a tattoo…
There is much to say about the dirt. How it frolics beneath toes. I like to think it likes being touched — held. I watch how it carves itself into…
one day, my mother stops coming down for dinner. she goes to a place not even my father can drag her back from, sleeping day after day in my brother’s…
Dara’s house was old and porous. In September, in the waning warm days, the spiders claimed it for their own. They loved the north side of the house, where the…
Been sucking the bones of this dead-dirt house for five long years, grinding wood flaying grass hefting beams spitting rage nails and paint against self and all whipping this soft…
Slammed like bracken matchsticked and rendered back to bones of wood. Torn shingles hang like oak leaves from a ground floor roof. Glean denuded floors in sunlight. Bearing now lone…
for Mary “Mamie” Dickens Hush now, children, Father’s at his work. If faeries come to visit, please, speak in whisper voices, shhhh. Tidy up now, children. Hang your art…
Darkness scattered among bodies left behind. We never knew if we were coming or going or if anyone would come for us. We were the lost ones. Sympathetic eyes mixed…
I can’t hear anyone talk the refrigerator is buzzing I have homework we’re babysitting the neighbor’s dog Daddy comes home around six thirty, or seven, or eight It’s dark and…
Tiny, new habits of muscle hitch my hand and pen and encrypt each word as it’s put to paper. Lines in the letters tend to angle off for no reason…
Three hours and ten minutes before I can leave. Outside, it’s your favourite time of day. Those early hours that neither truly belong to night nor day when the upper…
This is the road that folds the latitude of night into brave passages through fields of stirring, the keen awareness of hurtling through time, or whatever stands in for time…
My grandparents’ kitchen was indelibly turquoise their laminate countertops hosted black currant jam parties berries picked, cooked, poured into paraffin topped jars and plunged into hot water baths to save…
Gray cloud spray Creeping over the light of day Dimming plans Tied hands Hearts Broken and bound They see half-gone Never to be found Wishing they were dug deep Under…
