We are a smeared oil painting.  I can almost see us  sprawled over bedsheets  in an early morning sun on the still-wet canvas.  I want to go…… Read more “Muse”

I didn’t move out of my parent’s house until I was twenty-three. All my siblings had  grown up and it was just us, the dog and the…… Read more “Mausoleum”

There is a blue guitar  on a stand in your room beside a framed photo of you on your mother’s lap. She taught you how to play …… Read more “Grieving”

The lake is dark.  Starlight shines  through moonlit fog,  refracting on the water’s surface.  Drifting through the cove,  the cool water chills her skin— the tops of…… Read more “The Encounter”

I wait for the perfect moment on the edge of the clearing. Early morning sunlight glistens on the barrel of the rifle; my finger  poised on the…… Read more “Mother’s Eyes”