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Yeah, okay, so like, this may be too much information, but I sleep in regular clothes. Old shorts, old tee shirts. So sometimes in the summer when I want to get in a walk before it gets hot, I just … Continue reading
When I met him, he was lost in the wilderness of mental illness. There was nothing outside his mind that was real. His only reality was of his own making. He was terrified of what his mind produced. I was … Continue reading
Two dragons stomped about in the gravel. Their footsteps made scratchy noises as they passed. Their long tails scraped and scoured, leaving a trail behind curvy as a snake’s path. From their nostrils came a roaring blast of fire, hot … Continue reading
His stuffy nose made his important message sound ridiculous. The children laughed when they heard him talk. They only thought about how silly he sounded, not the weight of his words. He tried staring them down. THAT made them giggle … Continue reading
The outfit was out of style. It had languished in the closet for nearly 30 years. She pulled it off the rod and held it up. The elastic in the waist of the slacks crackled. Why was this still lurking … Continue reading
She drank the coffee quickly. Then she waited. When the ice melted down a bit she drank the watery coffee flavored runoff – ahh. The ice melt was the best part. She sucked noisily on the straw, hoping for one … Continue reading
Maria Elena, who potted the plants I keep here in this special window, is buried outside under the mesquite tree. If you stand here you can look through the window and see the tree. I like to imagine that Maria … Continue reading
She wanted to hold the baby girl, but there was another and another. All waiting in bassinets stretching into the far corners of the room. She touched her as much as possible while changing her diaper – rubbed her arms … Continue reading
The filing cabinet taunts me. Engorged with unpublished stories, rejection letters, poems meant for only me, clips from magazines that actually bought an article, book contracts, book proposals that never made it. It sits there, asking me – reminding me … Continue reading