Still
It’s strange how easy it is to remember the smallest details. The smell the grass bled under the blades of the mower. The woodpecker. The...
Dream
Slowly, she closed her eyes and her weight disappeared. In her veins, light and serene, the blood stream turned dark marine blue....
Rue
I should’ve stayed. The oaks in the yard hummed that day, and aspen poplar fuzz carried their whispered innuendos to the blue sky. In the...