I could summon the hordes with a snap of my fingers, My feet, Rooted, planted to the ground I am connect. I could create floods, Hurled bolts of lightening across a placid sky. But I can't recreate the feeling of...

Feelings (Microfiction)

This imagine invokes feelings. What exactly I feel, I'm not sure. I just know I like the opaqueness of the sky. The foggy-mistiness of the foreground. This imagine invokes feelings. Not quite sure what they are but, I like them....

A List (poem)

The half-written poem. The half read book. The song left on pause. The bed rumpled on one side. The violin lessons started. The fall recital held but never the spring. A list of things begun and left undone. A list...

Near Misses (Microfiction)

She zoned out again. She could just barely catch his face this time. Broad shoulders, a little husky, fresh haircut, nice clothes but not pretentious. She could just make out the sent of his cologne. She swore she knew the...

Pen to Paper (Microfiction)

She sat at her father's desk and stared at the keyboard. It had been so long. So long since she put her thoughts out, into the world. So long since she's shared her pain and her fears. So she wrote....

Strut (Prose)

She walked from her daily bus to her home. Her walk, as usual uneventful. But as she walked she watched her shadow. The shadow bounced. It's footsteps were rhythmic and lively. Who was this woman? The woman with the confident...

“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...

“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...

“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...