Joe’s Diner
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
Everything, and the kitchen sink
* Mental health triggers, suicidal ideation* God. You know, I’m just washing dishes, feeling useful and kind of self-satisfied. Haven’t dropped anything or cut myself, even though the bothersome cat … Continue Reading Everything, and the kitchen sink
When I wished upon a star
There’s a small cabin in the pines by a secluded lake in north Ontario. I had rented it for two weeks every summer for twelve years. The Belvedere it is … Continue Reading When I wished upon a star
A dream Dad, a burning yearn.
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.
Winter’s Witch
In a wild wind, I shoveled scoops of sandy snow. As I stopped for a gulping breath, I spied a wrapped-up lady pushing bulky mukluks along the sidewalk. Thin and … Continue Reading Winter’s Witch
Once, in a blue moon
What happens up there on that day-faded see-through moon? (A long long sail, by any nautical standard.) No one is certain. My scholarly theory says there are silent factories dug … Continue Reading Once, in a blue moon
Memento
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
Nemesis
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
Tommy, can you hear me?
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?
Old chum
he take my hand in pyjamas
and I smell him
like spearmint gum
and I not afraid no more
The folding of Cain Coven (fin)
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)
The folding of Cain Coven (7)
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)
The folding of Cain Coven (6)
“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)
The folding of Cain Coven (5)
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)
The folding of Cain Coven (4)
Gran Gryndal was not to be denied at her coven. Nonetheless, she had gone ahead to prepare them for the shock of the peculiar visitors, and to caution them sternly … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (4)
The folding of Cain Coven (3)
Gran of Gryndal Coven had been expecting them. In a carved-out clearing she had waited since mid morning. Peeping through fronds and foliage, one would have seen her resting on … Continue Reading The folding of Cain Coven (3)
