Playing
She’s playing and she sways and rocks and coaxes music from the living, breathing animal that sings in her lap, her dark eyes lifting to focus on his face, a […]
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After The News
She had run, sick with grief, all the way home. The announcement had come without regard to the news cycle; she wasn’t ready for something like this. A hundred thousand […]
Circular Reference
Every fall down, every crash, she is there with strong hands and impatient heart; even if those hands are barbed and the heart is filthy, the frame is sturdy, and […]
Untranslateable
Gone in a flash, in an instant, in a moment and all I have left are the memories of a time and place that never were. I can see your […]
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things
They don’t all die. In an infinite universe, an infinite number of them die, but an infinite number, just as well, live. This one never had a chance at a […]
The Old Jones 