A Learned Man
I was ten years old when I concluded my grandfather was illiterate. I approached him with one of my books one day…
Stories Poems Essays
Pilgrimage
You stand at edge of the hole that your mother dug for herself — not for you — but still. You peer down, at the stairs planted into the dirt wall…
Jubilee
A leaf breaks through the rainy mist and spirals to the gravel. “Nick, look!” Bria’s gaze follows the rock face up to where its peak hides in the fog.
Paddling Toward Peace
Today I will lay him to rest, scattering his ashes in this extraordinarily beautiful setting.
Reflections on Love and Loss
Here is nourishment, we tried to say, here is something to sustain the lives remaining, the hearts that still beat..
Old Dog, New Tricks
As soon as Alan Baker walked through the door, he knew he was in trouble. There was a less-than-subtle sign…
feu.
The smoke doesn’t choke me anymore. I took the hell you made for me and made it home…
Shilling
Maryn concentrated on the feeling of his touch, the cool sensation that passed over her skin…
Sometimes I Feel Like Chernobyl
I wanted to plug my ears. I wanted to run away. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me…