Monthly Archives: August 2012

Word Count:  338 He was old so nobody really listened. After a long sentence broken by blips of word-searching they snickered. Rich old white man. What does he know? Is he senile? they asked one another. Rolled their eyes. Giggled … Continue reading →

Word Count:  378 I wanted to grow up to be a ballerina. Bobby next door wanted to grow up to be an oak tree. I never reached my goal but Bobby did. My mother enrolled me in dance class and … Continue reading →

Word Count:  235 Tell your doctor if you experience hair loss, dizziness, loss of appetite, yellowing of skin or eyes… That was her, the yellowing of skin or eyes. That was the side effect she’d had from the arthritis medication … Continue reading →

Word Count:  197 Brothers. Sometimes close, sometimes not. Depends on how big a pain in the ass the younger one is growing up. Teddy was a whiner. Three years younger, a span that hits hard on bedtimes, toys without small … Continue reading →

Word Count:  362 Like a moth, alit on the windowsill, ready to fly into the warm air of another summer Saturday night. With a little jump, she lands on the dewy grass of the back lawn. Lets her robe shimmer … Continue reading →

Word Count:  437 “Not too tight,” she said, though it was useless. The rule was, when she turned herself over to him, he could do whatever he wanted. She hated it. Pretended to love it. It was his thing, not … Continue reading →

Word Count:  477 Mercy lived in terror that someday her four year-old son would kill her. From the day he was born, dragging his tiny fetal fingernails along the birth canal as he dug his heels in to push himself … Continue reading →

Word Count:  256 To live life is to experience as much as it offers. Its beauty, its wonder, its majesty, its pain. I’ve seen meteor showers that crisscrossed the sky like celestial fireworks. I’ve seen Northern Lights with their Christmasy … Continue reading →

Word Count:  586 Elbows and bones grow sharper. Arms hang like water-wings drying on the rails of a sunny summer deck. This is age. This is comfort in one’s own skin at long last. Not taut like a diver’s suit, … Continue reading →

Word Count:  430 You remember the man with no nose, Mr. Hegerson, a widower who lived on the block. You were little and he caught you staring, and your mother wasn’t around. He lifted up the rubber nose that he … Continue reading →