A Dark Force is Calling All Cars
Snap out of it, I told my golem friend. There are more important things than dwelling in the past perfect, no need to cry over spilled… Read More »A Dark Force is Calling All Cars
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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… Read More »The First Flying Woman
Ghosts: Sequel 2
She pointed to the bronze and wooden statuettes. The fact that she didn’t think the ghost was my husband, interested me while at the same… Read More »Ghosts: Sequel 2
Saguaro
Not the freaking desert, my father would rather spend his day at the beach, my mother, always in charge of food, packed egg sandwiches and… Read More »Saguaro
Visiting Hours
In a loosely gathered knot, cousins from different airports arrive at her bedside, morphine placed beneath her tongue, a liquid sacrament. Friends want her to… Read More »Visiting Hours
A&E and the Story of Retirement
We all know the story: Eve plucks the apple from the Tree and God shows her and hubby Adam where to find the time clock.… Read More »A&E and the Story of Retirement
Autumnal
Maples wrap branches around my rib cage,
a trap of orange and gold leaves filter translucent light,
and like an unsuspecting moth, I’m sucked in
Glenda the Good Witch at the Craps Table
There are no more brooms to burn.
No more truncated truces.
Morning Glories
“…that was that, we could do no more—had to trust to sun and water and time…” My first garden grew in the Hunts Point section… Read More »Morning Glories
Stormy Weather
A storm begins as a harmless patter, a shuffle on the pavement, an occasional trip-trap coming down at the same tempo, target practice increasing in… Read More »Stormy Weather