Golem Says Goodbye
Not sure what else to say except it was too much, couldn’t be the tough everyone wanted, no blood coursing through my veins like humans tinkered together by He Who Shall Not Be Named, the same ones who called me into being with magic up the yin-yang. On the other hand, don’t I have arms, legs, two eyes that see vultures gliding above? I bury […]
The First Flying Woman
The old woman who lived in the bottom apartment called me. Her name was Basuma. Freckles covered her hands and arms and made her look like a ripe banana. She pointed to a tree in our backyard. “Look! The momma bird is feeding the baby bird,” she said. “Daddy’s watching for cats. When he sees […]
Ghosts: Sequel 1
My mouth dropped. Never had I expected her to utter those words. “Yes,” I said, feeling an immediate kinship with a woman who was standing in front of me on the cement pavement at the bottom of the driveway of my old house where I had raised my children and where she now lived. “When […]
Catching Flying Fish
The old woman who lived beneath our house called up to me. “Why are you leaning over the railing with a fishing pole?” I wanted to do something special like catch the beautiful silver fish swimming beneath our deck. If I pressed my ear to the redwood planks, I could hear them. I’d even baited […]
The Sprite of Latham Fountain
The cry of Canadian Geese stirs leaves. She climbs a tea tree, hides her clothing behind a rock. Her naked thighs shimmy along each knot of bark.