Student Memories

Felix watched his mistress from the warmth and safety of the window, as snow blew off in dense clouds and clumps, off the three story apartment’s roof and twirling in the pre-dawn sky.  Continue reading

Sunday Morning

canoeing girlI lift my paddle for a moment, hearing but not noting the drip of water that slides off its smooth, blond curve. My canoe slices through the morning cool, bisecting and self-healing the waters as I pass. Below the dark water, silent lake grass caresses sand and small, secret pebbles.  Continue reading

October Road

Abstract spiral on black backgroundThe sun was a memory, the road a straight line swallowed by an empty horizon. This relic of a rental was so old, the radio was one speaker, with five buttons and a dial to select AM stations. Too late even for radio ministry, too early for the farm report; Continue reading