You know a Joe. Lots of us do. My Joe, well, he’s got it bad. Back in the day, my Joe was kinda livin’ the Dream. With a nice young … Continue Reading Joe’s Diner
Karla had just turned 42, three nights after Christmas. At a brisk pace, she hurried back home from the corner store in the cold dark dribbling rain. Up the six … Continue Reading Melrose 3- five oh eight eight
Why’d you lead me into corn-stubbled hills? This mind of mine swirls with overthink. Come on, old man. We’re supposed to be waiting by the highway for that Buick to … Continue Reading A dream Dad, a burning yearn.
Sack of a face. All dragged down by gravity and surrendered muscles. It’s supposed to take more of them to frown than to smile, but nature disagrees. And what’s he … Continue Reading The coldest knight of the year
Just this morning, Clarice went to coma. In hallways of cottony grey she swims, but not aimlessly. She has shed the displeasures of the flesh, and does not feel, as … Continue Reading Child of grace
When they went to clean out the dead man’s room, one could see their noses wrinkle from the smell of his cigar years. There was sweeping and wall washing to … Continue Reading Memento
If you found me this evening time (for such it is), you would know things that have been out of your sight. The way that I put on my skin … Continue Reading Nemesis
In the bleak black crack of a Singularity, a palindrome world is hid. It had a name that time forgot, but none could mispronounce Doppelgangers dwelt in its brimstone airs. … Continue Reading In the beginning
Leland, she was yours by accident of birth. But your stunted love sprouted to garish green jealousy. Control was all. Sully her so she’s no good for anyone. Then consort … Continue Reading Are you talking about that little girl that was murdered?
Ahhh..I am so tired. But, a story I will tell you, for your little ones. Harvey, of rabbit fame, thought himself a rakish Jack of Knaves. Such a suave countenance … Continue Reading Harvey and the flying machine
Darlene and Dave, they had a love. On grandfathered land, they built a house of modesty, high under the evergreens. Neighbours flocked to raise the roof. Each brought shingles, cedar … Continue Reading Sequestered
It wasn’t that long ago that he turned fifteen. We sat on the cold concrete of his front porch, watching the iffy clouds discuss a storm. I always sat downwind … Continue Reading Tommy, can you hear me?
The airs about Cain still wavered some, and would have vexed an ordinary seeker. The four crones who abided there had never seen an intruder during their lifetimes, and, coming … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (fin)
She ran once more to the bed chamber where her mother lay sleep talking. “I may be a fortnight” she said to Henna. “May you be blessed in what you … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (7)
“Those at Cain have hexed me” said Merylyn to her child. They were in their bed chamber, and Elfeena was helping her mother with her dressing gown. “Mother, why do … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (6)
Merylyn and Elfeena became used to the customs and people of Gryndal, and helped as they could with the coven’s work. Some few of the women were slower to accept … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (5)