Stories Poems Essays

“How many breaths will It take to calm down. Surely it’s the deep ones. There’s been several shallow ones to no avail”

“Caduceus. It rhymes with my father’s name, Lucius, which also dates back to ancient Rome.”

“The gathering tree, on every branch birds talk, laugh—unknown occasion”

“Horses stood waiting at the top of the canyon in the dark. They knew Chief Joseph would bring his people up.”

“but a bee found me pulled me up into the light sweet as nectar turn it into sustenance for the soul”

“summer solstice floating between grass and sky the lovers’ hammock”

“Splashing puddle hops wet socks in rubber boots Mother calls “Stay dry!”