One Fine Day
He awoke, the chest hurting again, a sore ache with each breath. Not enough to worry about, but more than enough to prevent sleep. Looking out the window, he saw…
The Mark of The Beast
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily…
Dalliance
It begins with the placement of a necklace: simple gold chain links– not curb link, not snake, not rope – in a Figaro design. It is carefully placed so that…
The Philosopher
“It‘s the coarseness of the world I don’t appreciate. How it passes judgment on me without no never mind for what I seen or where I been or what damn…
Family Man
He walks out the front door into a humid day, clouds billowing. They are so freakishly tall that the heights they attain under the morning sun astounds him. In the…
The woman in the car
It’s Saturday. The curtains are drawn shut so that only artificial light can illuminate your words—not that the words themselves are meaningful. It is the sound of those words you…
Three Prisms
A letter to Tessa, age 17, from her best friend, Sylvia [Ed. Note: Full text of letter not provided] … This heart thing you’re going through, I admit it scares…
Another day of self-isolating
I am bunkered in my home now, going out less, at least most days. Even my son, who lives with me, keep our distance from one another, at his request.…
The long way
It happened the weekend you drove south to help your son find a refuge for the next semester in the big city, i.e., a one-bedroom apartment within walking distance of…
Mrs. Dalloway and I
I’m reading Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf, again. I am always fascinated at how she shifts from the consciousness of one character to another, sometimes in mid-sentence. We’re introduced to…