Dear Friend
I know how it feels to be overwhelmed by the darkness and to hide in the warmth of its claws. It can all be shifted in the moment…
Writer’s Choice
Phoenix
This is the great unhappening. If a tree falls in the woods if no one is there to hear if your only child dies a mother unmothered. You sold the van. They are going to set your baby on fire.
An Inch of Life
Markus stood by the closed gate. The airport had been busy that day. He had arrived in plenty of time, gone to the lounge, read the paper.
His Beautiful Death
“Am I dying, Mir?” he asks me, as we lie together in the narrow hospital bed, holding hands in the darkness. I sit up and turn to him. “Yes,” I say simply, “You are, Bri.”
Exploring Canyons
The gully behind my aunt and uncle’s new house intrigued me. It was deep and wild, and resembled a small canyon, with lots of wooded areas for city children…
ITCH
I stopped ignoring him on a frozen February morning. It was the kind of Monday I pictured postal carriers calling in sick. Five seconds out the front door of my apartment…
Thank God Things are Quiet
Thank God things are quiet. I guess it’s medication time everywhere in the hospital, the same way it can be Christmas everywhere in the world.
The Hardest Question for a Writer
…attempting to find the answer to “what do you write about” is quite possibly the most frustrating pursuit for me. I sometimes see other writers replying to this…
Modern Medical Miracles
Our emotions are raw Kept tightly wrapped We talk of friends, the weather Never, what if………… Waiting this time is like watching for a birth