Gone Is Me Continued...
Now to this Three We add one more This Family has become Four...
Gone Is Me
Gone is Me It’s become We And now this We Has become Three We call this Three A Family
Breathless Tales and Dusty Trails
Heaving and panting down the country road Kevin and Robert kicked up as much dust as a whole mess of hounds. Delbert brought up the rear, choking on dust and…
Another Fine Mess (3)
The bedroom door was flung open and 10-year old Zach burst in. Chestnut curls fell over his forehead, framing hurt, tear-filled hazel eyes. “Mom! Max won’t let…
Teaching How to Dream
A species unknown to you pale purple floaters bobble in my eyes and they ache from the dreams last night. If only somebody’d teach me how to dream... That’s a…
When I Can't Dream
Hearing it such a sad thing thought and escaped, “He would have been so proud of you.” Do the words still mean the same? Coming from you? “Following your…
If It Doesn't, Nothing Will
“When you gonna’ give this up, boy?” The question felt challenging, but the tone was as genial as ever. “Dunno, pop,” Casey grunted from beneath the hood. His…
Regret
Billy was my nephew, and godchild. Fell miserably short as his godmother. Now I must pray daily for his soul and my sister’s grief.
Family tale (3)
Zargan took on his diving suit, and climbed up to the deck. He was staring into the horizon while Efrim helped secure his oxygen tank. About an hour later…
Family tale (2)
„What?” Zargan froze for a moment, and it hit him that he truly didn’t know his father. He simply didn’t know wether his father, a true Chechen, working for…
Family tale (1)
The Red Sea glistened blue. Zargan Eldarkhanov retreated into his cabin from the unforgiving sunlight. „Be ready in ten for another dive, we’re not done for…
Stretch Marks
I have stretch marks pretty much all over. The weight I gained from the feelings that I tucked away under a belt, that’s what those are. From the long…
In the Vegetable Room Part 2
“...and held her so close to his heart. He did the same to the boy, rumored to be a bastard son. My friend, who I see walking from the kitchen to the vegetable…
A Monster Under the Bed
“Soph cries for me at night. It happens at least five times a week. She keeps talking about a monster under her bed. It’s really hard sometimes to convince her…
I'll Meet You in the Woods
The breath of the earth flew across the land and shook the last leaves from the trees. Candra wrapped her shawl around herself tighter as she traveled along…
Sunday
Sunshine and apple kisses on the front porch. Purple-fingered babies on each lap, crying and laughing. No future thinking at this now, only ruby red grapefruit…
Hospital Corners
Ma always demanded that my brother and I set everything to rights each morning when we were kids. The desk had to be neat and tidy, the floor clear of…
Did you know
Did you know my Bubi is an artist If you’ve met her then you do She painted nudes up to the ceiling And she stretched the canvas too Did you know my Bubi has…
Words That Cut, Wounds Not to Heal
“You...rat! You piece of filth!” The words spat from her mouth. Her bony fingers extended then curled back into white-knuckled balls of fury. Head low, he…
1940s France
I was only 14 when the soldiers came. Me and Jacques and Gavroche were fishing. Gavroche had just turned 12, and Gabriel was the baby at 6. I remember Gabriel…