She met him at the park or maybe online, or at the drugstore picking up Rogaine for her husband and tampons for the girls or in a chat room for SWM/SWW or Married seeking Same or maybe she scoured other cesspool classifieds or Petrie dish…

At the top of the fence across the meadow a curl of wire lies crushed beneath the alder spilled from its stand in November and still unrepaired come May though the bear cubs ascend the slender ramp in furry romp watched by the huffing sow…

One July day Karen and I took a walk in the woods. Summer friends since our days as kindergarteners a decade before, things had changed. Karen had changed. Sister of my best friend David, her tomboy ways with fishing poles and bait, canoes, axes and…

Green is a modest dress covering the lustful girl who wants most often to be an honest child.   green seldom dazzles nor brings to dream, to tempt or to seduce unwilling hopes with sudden revelry.   shatter green glass, it lays there in specks of…

The sun shines every day. The leaves don’t change. “The air is different here,” A woman said yesterday as she got out her car, “Yes, the air is different,” someone else said. Then a girl, maybe 7, got out and hugged the woman. They stood…

The Flaming Piñata I liked playing with matches– the spark, the dancing blue of the flame. The sweet biting fragrance of sulfur seemed to whisper my name. One afternoon, it stood, beckoning me from my childlike dream: A piñata: bright, welcoming colors of red, yellow,…

The light that used to light up my soul with beauty. Now the beauty is covered by the darkness of death. Their was know more light to be found. Just the darkness of hell that capture my body.   It was the worst pain my…

Why do we call it warfare when war is anything but fair? Why do we call it a funeral when it’s anything but fun? Why do we get to ask these questions? – Because words.

Last night as I was ready to get some much needed sleep I got  a private message from a drunken women who had ripped me off by having me be sorry for her and supportive and kind, then telling me she made it all up….

She stared so hard at the phone number hoping as if, by sheer will, the numbers would connect themselves and he would answer and know her voice. Her fingers would not dial, and her   heart would not slow down so he would never know…