Apron

the pocket is dark,crumby.in here lie ancient cakes, forgotten cookies,bread rolls, birthday icing. the never-washed linen, pouch ofmemories, of years laughter lovetight around my neck,broken tie restretched,resewn again.first knots made, later undone'round your expanded middle,sunken it carriedme in sagging pocket,a joey licking spoonswith floured sticky sugar smiles.and laterI adopt the ties,and stiff with age andancient … Continue reading Apron

Child’s Play

Wendy caught Jesse in the garden, snail in his mouth. Its shell splintered like soiled wrapping paper, gleaming wetness sliding forth when she pried his lips apart. “It’s got to stop,” she told his mother. Last week it was a worm; on Monday a pile of tight-balled slaters. “We thought he’d choke.” His mother nodded, … Continue reading Child’s Play

Productive Writing (IWSG December)

Welcome to the monthly Insecure Writer's Support Group blog post discussing all things writing-related, especially our insecurities. Because yes, we all have them, and no, you don't have to suffer alone. This month's awesome co-hosts are Pat Garcia, Sylvia Ney, Liesbet @ Roaming About Cathrina Constantine, and Natalie Aguirre. Do check out their blogs, along with the blog hop below! IWSG … Continue reading Productive Writing (IWSG December)

What is a Working Writer? (IWSG October)

Welcome to my second entry for the Insecure Writer's Support Group blog hop. Every month we blog about writing, hoping to encourage others out there. You are not alone! The awesome co-hosts for the October 7 posting of the IWSG are Jemima Pett, Beth Camp, Beverly Stowe McClure, and Gwen Gardner. Without further ado, let's explore this month's … Continue reading What is a Working Writer? (IWSG October)

A Pond and A Bicycle

“Woohoo!” His joyous shouts carved happiness into listening trees like knives, rebounding across the sun-drenched pond below. He burst from the hill, sailing weightless for a moment, knife grin echo splitting his tanned face. Bounce. Weightless again, controlled and fearless. Twisting the bicycle beneath his body, sharp smile shining with reflected sun, he beamed at … Continue reading A Pond and A Bicycle