In Parts
My friends detonate their truth bombs right in my face.
Writer’s Choice
My Secret Body
Not meant for fingers or your branding pain, my skin turned inward that day…
Cogito ergo sump
I used to teach.
I will always be a ‘daughter of’, though Mom and Dad are now gone. I will always be a wife and mother. I write too.
Results of the 2020 Dreamers Flash Contest
Congratulations to the winners of the 2019 Dreamers Flash Fiction and Nonfiction Contest. In a flash story, it’s important to make every word count…
The Girl Who Didn’t Know What She Knew
Early in my training I was a great admirer of Sigmund Freud. He was all over my books and magazines, peering out from black and white photographs and renderings.
Beneath The Ice
Jimmy was never in a hurry to go home after school, but today was an exception. He raced through the spring melt, flew through the door, kicked…
Count
Count backwards from 100. I reach 97, then I’m gone. Off to dreamland, where sometimes dreams become nightmares that become reality.
Denise
When I was a little kid, my mom would sit on my bed and play with my hair or tickle my back as she tucked me in at night.
Obituary
He fell from fatherhood, and said the fall was slow, like water through wood. He said he didn’t know. That’s all.