“You sure about this, Jimmy?” Thora pulled the white forelock rising from her scalp, wishing. Continue reading
Flash (<101 words)
Shenanigans
The Single Blade
…Bows and trembles still,
But wind punishes, more likely to cut
Than caress and quicken the hopeful green of early months.
Pulsing chlorophyll sparking, breathing deep
The sinewy length of sultry Midsommer. Continue reading
Get Your Furnace Checked
Bundled in yards of heavy cloth and batting, the only signs of life are a red nose and beady eye.
Lamplight softens the tragic scene, but the furnace is out. Continue reading
Bass Note
Shuffle ‘cross the kitchen, sharp drop to hardwood chair.
Looks like no break, no midnight magic to slake my thirst.
Skin crackles painful, radiates heat.
How long has it been? Continue reading




