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“Broken Vows” (micropoem)

    I’m hoping to be astonished tomorrow by I don’t know what“ — Tomorrow, In Search of Small Gods, Jim Harrison She had hoped things would be different this time. Se had hoped he would keep his word. But... Continue Reading →

“Old Verona” (Microfiction)

She sat beside her husband as the gondola glided through the water. Before their ride, her husband told her that in hundred years, this beautiful city would be underwater. Looking around at the brightly colored walls, the laundry hanging from... Continue Reading →

“From Blue to Gray” (Microfiction)

She remembered where she was the day the bombs fell. She remembered what she wore, the bright colors that donned the awnings above the windows, she remembered holding her mother's hand and laughing. What she could never remember is the... Continue Reading →

“Parting Words” (Microfiction)

They laid side by side in grass, gazing up at the familiar night sky. Cradled in the crook of his arm she turned to face him. "I have loved you in and out of time. You have been my favorite... Continue Reading →

Snapshot (microfiction)

Jane gazed at the painting while the curator monotonously droned on about modern art. "Gazato wanted to capture the blurring of humanity in the rush of everyday life. The loss of self..." The blurring of humanity...the rest of the tour... Continue Reading →

Rendezvous (microfiction)

She had no business being here. Meeting him risky, beyond risky. But here she stood, alone at the bottom of the escalator questioning whether it was too late; knowing in her heart it already was. Welcome to week 106 of... Continue Reading →

Bay 850 (microfiction)

Roger looked up at the monstrously, old, tanker. He had checked and rechecked the shipping logs, there was no tanker 850 in either arrivals or departures. He was contemplating going abroad when a cool breeze swept across his face blazing... Continue Reading →

Every Kind of Way (microfiction)

They washed dishes together in the kitchen. He soaped and rinsed, she put them in the dish drainer. They talked about the week and the terrors that awaited them for the work week. She was over it. She didn't want... Continue Reading →

Crashing Waves (microfiction)

She stood on black sands and watched as the waves hurled themselves against the shore. She'd dreamed of standing here for so long; dreamed of the bright shining sun heating her skin. She hadn't dreamed that she'd be standing alone:... Continue Reading →

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