A Quiet Ride
“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!
Solitude
The Way Home
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.
Time to Write
I can’t find the time to write.
The Good and the Bad
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
Fear
I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.
How to Get Ahead
Water dripped from high above.
It’s All About the Cornbread
Ya see, us here wolves got a bad rap.
Barbecue No More
Steak was supposed to be on sale.
Guilt
“I know what you did,” said the voice and hung up.
Haley’s Tree
A dense bluff of silver maples grew behind our house.
The Gymnast
The gymnast contorted backwards in artful retroflection, her ribbon efficient in its sparely motion, the structured rules of physics seemingly vandalized in ...
Buckethead
Hop on the exam table, Mister Smith, and let’s take a look at the carnage, shall we?