It’s like being thrown down a very deep well only not by your brothers, as you don’t have any anymore which doesn’t surprise you as you didn’t have any in the first place, not really. You recognize it from the … Continue reading→
I’ve not thought much about the brother who died because the doctor thought he was a tumor. What legal recourse could have reconstructed him? Was I compensation for that grief? Mother mentioned him just once as though she’d stepped over … Continue reading→
It was the summer of impromptu invitations to coffee shops, Shakespeare on the green, and moon-gazing. The heat intensified—birdbath water boiled, sweat pooled in lounge chairs, and dogs no longer barked even when the sun set. The neighborhood was silent.
Your mother asked me to find you. She was dressed in that old housecoat, coughing up huge gobs of guilt. It was pointless to argue. The new fallen snow impeded me not since a … Continue reading→
its pace, hones time toward loss, flicks a few regards at warmth remembered. I add layers to my skin, hope exiting till spring. What if I hadn't had the premonition of death? Time is no thief, … Continue reading→