Where Mama and the Hallowe’en Leaves Don’t Be

After sunset, and a dead boy sat in a wicker chair on the porch of his mama’s home. Seeing the … More

Tart Apples

A moon swayed lightly in the sky. The slug slimed its way up and over the steps until it reached a … More

Riding into town, I look at the rearview mirror, see my daughter in the back, bouncing with the bumps on … More

What this guy sees is smoke and he hears noise like screaming. He’s on the ground, he’s at an airport, … More

Among the days which scatter across the week, I keep going back to an image in my head. Not sure … More

The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More

The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More

The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More

A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More

Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … More