Inspired by a Curtis Brown Creative writing contest When they planted last autumn, they had no idea of what would emerge in spring. The seeds were the tiniest words, “I”…
Paper Doll Tales Posts
Every August, when monarch wings beat air thick as cake batter, we gather around a diamond of green grass and brown dirt in Williamsport, Pennsylvania. We pack wooden bleachers, we…
Dear Hand Part, I’m not talking to you, Web linking thumb and index finger. Nor you, Palm scarred with lines of life. Not you either, Back-of-Hand where vein worms nudge…
There’s no convincing my dachshund not to eat a rock. If the definition of eating is swallowing, technically, she doesn’t eat rocks. She masticates them. I blame the appetite on…
It blushes purple until the purple apologizes and fades pink into red. But the purple—that’s assertive. That’s uncommon. That purple causes him to pause, run his thumb over that blushing…
It’s March-April-May-June, a tunnel of months in which a season rotates once then twice, and if I ignore the dictated terms of the calendar, other things alert me time has…