“If winter calls should I answer?” mother had asked. Her words such as peeled back bark. Earthy and sublime, a slow pouring wine. The volume of her sentences were never said…in moderation. It is four in the morning and I … Continue reading If Winter Calls
My home…with no family tree no roots to secure fresh fruit no need to touch the log cabin frame no sense in digging up roots with already stained hands no value to picking forbidden fruit with yellowed nails After all … Continue reading Rotten Apples
“Hey, mama, it’s me!” Said, “you better wait child! Said, “you’ve been a long time running!” “Hey, mama, answer me!” “Baby boy, you better sit down…Can’t listen when the sun’s out! My only son this will be so hard to … Continue reading Hey Mama
What had been wrong with me? Granite stone with names from different turns. Could he have been just a tabloid mystery? So many questions…under a rustic line of pine trees. Roads winding in and around crevices amassed from weather, oh … Continue reading Year Upon…Rural Year
Anne had not known abuse, as of late. That sort of uninsured… moodiness began thirty years ago. The feel of the tired shag carpeting, as it lay beneath her side. The texture of the fake wood that held up her … Continue reading Anne
