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Looking at the red stippling under the clouds as the sun rose this morning reminded me of Joni Mitchell and “Both Sides Now.” I wonder if the tops of the clouds are lit with red and orange and yellow as … 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
Our neighborhood covenants require keeping your trash barrel in the garage or behind a fence. Keeps the neighborhood neat, it does. Yet walking through the garage to the scent of cantaloupe rinds or decaying chicken skin isn’t fun. That’s why … 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 Engorged with unpublished stories, rejection letters, poems meant for only me, clips from magazines that actually bought an article, book contracts, book proposals that never made it.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
The Frog Lady, 8 Ron bounded out the screen door and leapt through the giant petrified frog carcasses. Fear-induced paralysis seemed to afflict him. His movement stopped. He turned an eye to look back and saw the towering silhouette of … Continue reading
The Frog Lady, 7 The screen door was open. Ron stretched out a languorous finger and pulled. The aroma was stronger in the kitchen. He felt a strange longing to fall to the floor and do nothing but breathe in. … Continue reading
The Frog Lady, 6 Ron smelled a faint aroma. It was slight, yet powerful. He pressed his nose into the narrow space between two pickets. What was it? Not flowers. Something more earthy, murky. He put one foot on the … Continue reading
The Frog Lady, 5 The cabby stopped and pointed up the street. “Two blocks that way. That’ll be $14.95.” Ron gave him the 20. He headed up the alley. Most of the houses had 6 foot wooden fences. He could … Continue reading
The Frog Lady, 4 “The frog lady?” Ron asked the cabby. “Frogs all over the place. Big frogs, little frogs, nothing but frogs.” “Have the guys you’ve taken there come out. I mean, did you see them again?” “Nope.” Ron … Continue reading