Poetry
The End of the Dirt Road
The End of the Dirt Road The end of the dirt road Not necessarily the …
Poetry
Offense
Offense I must (I said) apologize. My wife showed my poems, as I und…
Poetry
Absence
Absence Martha said, “She looks just like herself. My sister replied, “I can’t loo…
Poetry
No More Than a Fume
No More Than a Fume Fog, this morning, rose in great tumbleweeds over the lake, slowly…
Short Fiction
The Devil's Breath
The Devil’s Breath The diablo winds pulled the car so far to t…
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Poetry
In March
In March It is the pause that comes between The seasons breathing in and out…
Short Fiction
The Beauty of Snow
The Beauty of Snow She woke up to a fresh morning snow. She didn’t have to thi…
Short Fiction
Roommates
Roommates Moving her mother in was easier than she had expected. There was work, of…
Poetry
Good Help Is Really Hard to Find (For Mark)
Good Help Is Really Hard To Find (For Mark) Gloria gripes to B…
Poetry
Exhilaration Along the Dark Road
Exhilaration Along the Dark Road Ill-prepared for gloom, and the seep of…
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