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Stories Poems Essays

Steerage (War Bride)

“My daughter’s line will be struck out, as that on so many others’ cards have been. Hasty burials at sea.”

The Namesake and the Unnamed

She was like a hummingbird, always flighty and in movement, but my mother’s eyes were glued to the screen this time…

Left Home Torn

Left Home Torn

“Each fall the sharp-eyed gannets arrived in long lines, plunging from the sky and learning how to swallow underwater.”

Deac Etherington

The Last of Something

“He kept digging. The sound of the shovel reverberating off the rocks as if inside a sepulcher.”

A Bed as a Nest

Aching claws and depression and addiction so deep, she sometimes just wants to sleep in her bed forever.

The Mislaid Words of Gladys Prose

One evening, slumped over his supper of boiled carrots and potatoes, Walter told her that there had been a meeting.

Counseling in the Time of Covid

As spring morphed into summer an idea sprung forth – a sanctuary on the veranda. It would be a soothing space.