Nested between the heartbeats, you first heard the song of life, ba whish, ba doom. You can hear the song again, you just have to listen to the silence just below your hurried life.  So loud in its clamor, yet so small in its reach. In the womb, you heard ba whish, ba doom, and … Continue reading Heartbeats, Ba Whish, Ba Doom →

There was Harry, the meanest man I knew. I had walked far enough away from my car for it to begin cooling, those little metallic snaps chasing me into the yard. Harry looked at me through his wiry gray eyebrows, with a face filled with lines that could have been a sketch of a mountain. … Continue reading Harry Hated all, But →

Mr. Peterson looked at me through a veil of white and silver hairs, hanging just past, below, and above his piercing green eyes. His eyes seemed to burrow into everything me, into my darkest recesses. Peterson's heavy face had at least 5 days of unshaven white and silver hairs. I had just arrived in my … Continue reading A Son with No Father →

“Oh my, Lori!” Gracie stated. “You are old enough for the truth. But, really, do you want to know, eh? How will you look at me, if I tell you the truth? How will you talk to me, after I tell you the truth? What will you tell your children about their grandmother, if I … Continue reading Hidden Love →

Timmy, as you get to be twelve and a half, let me tell you about the world and where I would like you to be. I know, I am old! You know it. But, along this path of life and misery, I have learned a few things. Oh, you have all the youth and energy, … Continue reading Earn, While you Burn →

From a deep sleep, the smell of baking biscuits greased with lard pulls me higher towards awakening. The sound of humming. Who? Where? Oh yeah, Grannies house. Darkroom, the flicker of light through the hinges and below the door near the wooden floor. Coal-fired stove, you know? I feel a thrill, throw my heavy covers … Continue reading Grannie’s Biscuits →

Those desperate green eyes haunt me, even now. The doctor said she had more time, and I wanted to believe him. So, trusting coward that I was, I decided to leave that horribly bright room for a tiny bit of peace from those beeping monitors and away from her pain. Just a couple of hours … Continue reading Her Desperate Green Eyes →

Schnick! The pick danced on the rocks again, and a few sparks leaped from the white granite to die quickly in the cold autumn air. Torrance could see Ice crystals left on the pointed tip of the Pick, as the northern wind came whistling through the Aspen trees further up the slope. "Got to get … Continue reading FROSTY VANESSA →