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  • Mommy’s Angel

    I begged for a guitar for Christmas. I got down on my knees in supplication to Mom one Saturday morn when the snow was knee deep outside, I remember. That’s all she heard that year. I did every chore she gave me with glee, on the outside at least, three quarters my best instead of… Read more

  • Good King Wenceslas

    “I love the way the full moon glistens on the snow when it’s deep and crisp and even like this, not a mark on it,” the good king said. It was St. Stephen’s Day, Boxing Day, the patron saint of stonemasons and bricklayers, the first martyr, stoned to death for blasphemy. He was also the… Read more

  • Gilly and the Peashooters

    “Gilly and the Peashooters” was first published in Appalachian Fusion, Pine Mountain Sand and Gravel, Contemporary Appalachian Writing, Vol 27 Read more

  •   Creation sans fear

    I  don’t have to practice transcendental meditation to create masterworks, maybe I do. Read more

  • Memory is the Truth Glorified

    Memory is the Truth Glorified Dad buffed his shoes, he wouldn’t look at us. “It wasn’t like that. We didn’t have big Christmases when you all were little.” “What do you mean? Presents covered the whole living room. There were dolls with dresses. We both got Chatty Cathys that matched our hair. We got high… Read more

  • My Angels

    On Monday, my twin premature babies will be twenty-six. I shake my head in disbelief. “We were angels before we were born, and we were sent to your tummy for our wings to grow off so we could take care of you.” Big silver two year old eyes looked up at me. He was speaking… Read more

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  • End of Spring Break

    I have to go back to work today. I’ve enjoyed being off all week and posting daily. I got to participate in my morning writing group for the last ten days, it was wonderful to be able to write in community. For almost two years, we’ve been writing together, it’s such a joy when I…

  • To my People in Portugal

    It’s the smallest, yet ugliest yard I’ve ever owned.

  • Rule Followers

    I’ve heard that if a bird gets in the house it’s an omen that someone will die.

  • Folks are going to hate me for this one too: Persephone

    A beautiful story deserves to be remembered the same as a bloody one. 

  • I have a secret….

    I am not an open book, never was, don’t want to be. Nobody is.