Lake sensed carnivorous eyes examining her body from the damp, dark corner of the cell. It was just a rat. She hoped. But even a…
“The great blessings of mankind are within us and within our reach; but we shut our eyes, and like people in the dark, we fall…
*Honorable mention for fiction in the 2nd Annual Arizona Writer’s Conference. Starr stood on the dock and stared across the water at the Escape. Angry clouds boiled…
*Winner for nonfiction in the 2nd Annual Arizona Writer’s Conference. I’m standing against the sink, hands elbow-deep in suds and floating spinach. Picking up a…
You are the Dead Sea, The Wind that burns my fragile skin, The Salt I taste, in the air, caressing my lips and Whipping my…
Dear Houdini, I’m sorry you’re not cool anymore. I’m sorry, I love you. But I’m not. Then again, I’m not sorry I’m not the new…
The poem cannot wash clothes mop the floor pack a bag or make this bed. The poem does not whisper, Eres muy bonita dance to, Let’s Stay…
*Honorable mention for poetry in the 2nd Annual Arizona Writer’s Conference. Mongkok Street is congested as a head cold you get when the seasons change, the…
“How does it feel to be old?” “It’s horrible.” My grandpa recently went to Alabama where he buried his older brother. Most of his friends…
He died so close to prom we decided to bring him anyway Fit him for a tux Called the hearse a limo We brought flowers…
I never wanted to play in Little League. My legs were more fit to be crossed in front of a Nintendo than to be dragged…
he was a tree, struck by lightning. [tall, thin, blackened] but his skin was metallic silver when the light hit just right and his hair…
*Poetry winner in the 2nd Annual Arizona Writer’s Conference. Zephyr slips around stiff and swaying branches spends a moment with every individual leaf moves on to the next tree trailing a tailing of movement I am mesmerized by the gentle play through the green this wind that is the same pushing and turning heavier trees with creaking and groaning and snapping Each leaf is caressed in a massage of some godliness making me want to climb into high bending limbs to be touched that same way like I’ve not been I can’t help but watch the tops of tall trees before the rain their arms all lifted up in the constancy of perpetual prayer as the airstreams rustle them like a benign distracted parent What if these small breezes all the way to Kansas twisters are not just the breath of our god but god itself speaking in a thousand tongues all at once and everywhere What if that air is a measure of love and indifference of gentleness so great our hearts are broken open with it…