The priest selected a notebook from the pile of books on the desk and began to fire questions at me. “How long have you known Cynthia?” His attitude made me feel as if I were giving a deposition in the Attorney General’s office. “For four years,” I lied. I had arrived twenty minutes before the appointment. Uncomfortable under the critical… Read more →
A Force of One Martha pays a morning visit to the Sheriff’s station. Physically fortified after breakfast with the Roberts. Junior made eggs in a cast iron fry pan. The domestic arrangement still a work in progress. Senior a bathroom hog who spends forever fixing his hair. Martha has banished him for all tasks except showers and excretions. Personal grooming… Read more →
The new boy was beautiful, and I wanted him to be my friend, and only mine. Our teacher introduced him to the class. He moved here from Atlanta. We were rural Florida, real Spanish moss trailers and Food Lion grocery trips. The new boy, Cyril, had blue eyes that glittered like television static. He was tall for a ninth grader,… Read more →
i told my son about the flower the seed and root of the flower the ego of the bloom the little bits of stone that surround the flower to become part of a garden the ways the woods can darken without the flower and he ate the flower and he smiled and in his mind he became the flower he… Read more →
My chair takes to air I need a stepladder in the steam that powers me to see the damp I hear my parents say … Read more →
in memory, Lynn The more she is crowded by tumors the more she chooses this: butter enough to choke a dog. Sugar piled on her Cream of Wheat. Roses that open gorgeously — she hobbles out to see. Her peonies outrageously sexy, the color divine. Whole churches push up from the ground to worship less. Looking over her work, brick… Read more →