In the monitor We watch you wake Pray you’ll sleep The lull will take On that screen We watch you fuss In the reflection You’re part of us Beyond the glow We watch you stir Hope you’ll settle Know… Read More ›
short story
The Mower in the Window
She danced in the den, swinging from the door to the open window. She protected our secret through whatever addiction served her. The glare behind her loose curls told me everything. I walked past her, and wondered if I whispered:… Read More ›
It’s Too Late to Say It’s Never Too Late
It was the pause between her haunted words that terrified me. Of course, it was her words repeated to the others that terrified them. Not because it was something she said, or the days between her visits, but because… Read More ›
Tool Cool for Drool
The other morning, I was accidental cool. I pulled onto the Bay Bridge just as the sun rose over Oakland. I sipped at my coffee and tried to enjoy the early morning sun. Within moments, the glare hit me and… Read More ›
Tapo Pharmacy Tapo Pharmacy
The sun bounced off the license plate screwed onto the car ahead of me. It was something about the way the metallic light caught my eye, maybe the quickness it skipped from silver to grey. I smiled as I put… Read More ›
My Turn, Style!
The first problem was I was nearly out of time. I was Harrison Ford, sans the tweed, and I ran towards my only option. Home. The obstacles were countless, so when I found an opening that increased my odds to… Read More ›
Some Like it Hot
I rushed out of the office in the East Bay, changed into jeans in the parking lot between the two open doors to my incredibly hip rental car, and then finally pointed my compass southwest towards SFO. The bags under… Read More ›
Cutta to the Chase
He must of have been a problem solver at his day job. He stood in a coach’s stance, his Prada glasses pinched tight against a red nose pointed up at me. To avoid any doubt, that made him shorter than… Read More ›
What’d You Call Me?
What’d you call me? Though usually superfluous and rhetorical in nature, I must profess that I absolutely love this question – in fiction, and in life. Why? Because most often, when asked, we already know the answer. But for some… Read More ›
The Switches
She giggled under the weight of the comforter. It was a nice reminder that we’d be okay. We’d learn to accept the changes we couldn’t control, cope with the losses our family endured, and celebrate the gains that would make us… Read More ›
