First Memory of Mom
I don’t know my first memory of Mom. I recall the photo and home movies: beehive hair, white mini. Was it when I cut my hand on that protruding stone at the daycare center?...
Image Curve Blog
No Good Girls
Love Poem P.O. said I was done. So I bolted to my car. My first car; baking in the coastal summer sun. Looking down to the ground, watching my soles shuffle on the...
Altered State – Final
The door was flung open almost immediately after I knocked, revealing my mother. She had bags under her eyes and looked thinner than she was before I left. “Hey, mom.” Her eyes widened as...
Close Encounter
Mom said something. “Ok,” I answered, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. Then one more step toward the door. CRASH! Shards of shattered glass rained down on the...
Esperanto – Chapter 4
And so they do. Both walk past him and into the room to find Beatha still sitting in her chair. She raises her face she’d buried in her palms. – Are we unloading according...
A Helicopter Ride at Rye Playland
Flashing red lights. Beeping horns. Bells. I pull the bar; the helicopter car rises. I push the bar; the car drops. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Around, around, around my...
The Red Butterfly, Part Nine – Go, Dog!
Short Story We were silent as we walked, the only sounds coming from roving packs of wild dogs who first sniveled and begged at us, then growled when food was not forthcoming. “Vete perro,...
A Collection of Short Poems
Short Poems Dishes Silverware askew, two empty plates, bits of food still clinging to the white china before being emptied down the sink, are all I have left of your voice, your face,...
First Loss
The sky-blue Teddy bear towered over me. Charcoal eyes and nose, friendly smile: my parents nestled me in its arms. Mom told me how much I loved that Teddy. One day, the window of...
