Olive, the pet cat had olive green eyes. I was seven when I picked her from some roadside. I cannot recall the exact place. She looked starved. So I got her home. Named her olive which my friends said was funny for a cat. It…

INT. NIGHT. DINER. ANNE (A Vivacious brunette with black patent heels and red lipstick walks in, laughing.) Syl, we’re both drinking something stronger than coffee, right? SYLVIA (Tall, but wearing flats, and long-ish hair in bangs.) If it has lemon in it, I’m fine with…

Veirdoffus Chuben… who needs it!   I have so many stories all of them true most about dogs,  as I’ve had a few. From shepherds to dobies and a mixture or two.   Let me start with our shepherd, who had a friend Benjy, a beagle he…

Transplanted The creature darted across midday’s blistering parking lot, sheltering in the shade of one car, then another, as I watched through the glass of a doctor’s office door in my new home town, cool within. It was lean and low to the ground, with tufts…

The first heart I ever broke was my own you could call it a ricochet I’ll go with stupid   though immature is a reasonable copout when I am feeling self-charitable   at nineteen, we were in love – not lust well defined lines obeyed…

Different poisons in crystal cases leave scars impossible to heal. Hidden fears behind liquid curtains to cover up what you feel. It hurts to much to remember. It hurts just as much to forget. Different poisons in crystal cases serves a lifetime glass of regret….

Sinuous sensuous the lusty lass she aroused in him a beast he had long thought he had killed. Not her fault she was just standing in the doorway . Not his fault he was just lying supine in bed . Unclad both. Royal beasts ….

Are you even listening? She barked at me I smiled and watched her continue to talk at me No, I wasn’t paying attention I was too busy memorizing the lines on your face the color of your lips at 12:07pm the way your hair curls…

I care for nothing except white rabbits who nibble carrots, jump rope with their friends recite made up rhymes then lay beneath a shady tree. Watch the white rabbit smile in that familiar way that rabbits have until one day they leap up and hop…

He has a bulls-eye on his side. A twirl design. His previous owners called him Duke. The Duke of Swirl. He is sleeping for once. Silent. It is welcome. He likes to talk, to tell me about his day. About how angry he is that…