I can’t explain why I compare, contrast and categorize life events in the way that I do; grammatically that is. What I can tell you, with...

Lorna shuffles along, curved shoulders hunched slightly forward, bald spot at the back of her head. Every morning she combs and teases...

The road winds, dips, rises then curves once more. It’s the type of road that motorcyclists love as they lean and meld into its slope....

If you loved Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt, then prepare yourself for Shuggie Bain by Douglas Stuart. Douglas Stuart’s mastery of...

falling in love with autumn Trick or treating on streets still damp from rainfall. Leaves wind tossed into heaps, stuck to sidewalks and...

She believes the lies she has been telling herself. They are what she wants to, needs to, hear. Faster and easier that way. After all, it...

Mrs. Knapp had been a teacher prior to her retirement, whereupon she became simply old Mrs. Knapp (as she was referred to by all the kids...

The smell of part dog piss and part disinfectant hangs in the air making me gag. The atmosphere is moisture laden; another intensely...

BIRDSONG First one chirp one trill Rising sun crescendo song A new morning breaks DROUGHT Bone without marrow Brushed by dust laden...

If I wanted to, I could destroy her. And this awareness filled me with a demented exhilaration. It was electric and awesome. I felt...