The Fire

It was an all-consuming darkness. Beautiful and powerful like a beast. And she stood there, watching, as the street turned to charcoal on a mid-summers day and flashes of red blurred by. She knew the sirens were blaring, and she could hear them, but it was like a white noise. A white noise on a…

Dusk trotter 

And we’re walking In step To the beat of asphalt As the blue light In windows Pass us by.   And I’m watching In silence Movies Of a life That isn’t mine.

Hay in a Needlestack

Eloise creeped carefully down the hallway, her small feet filling the width of each board as she avoided the cracks. She could hear the thump, thump, thump of Lady Gladdis searching the halls. Frantically, Eloise ran into the library looking for a place to hide. In swift movement she ran and ducked behind the couch….

I. Territory

Stella was busy today, with lots of things to do and bills and work and people to call. But she liked being busy. She stepped out of the agency to grab a bite to eat from the gyro truck down the street. She walked on with a determined air and big steps in her high…

Say Something

Realism is minute; it is the drama of a broken teacup, the tragedy of a walk down the block, the excitement of an afternoon call, the adventure of an invitation to dinner. -Frank Norris,  A Plea for Romantic Fiction (1901)   “Can I sit here?” she asked, blue eyes batting. He looked up, “of course.”…

Why Tigers Are Orange

Once upon a time there was a tiger named Purple. Her name was purple because back then all the tigers had a different colored coat, and they named the color of their coat, and that color was their name. This is how all the colors came to be. Anywho. Purple had a best friend named…