Threads
That Burgundy triangle is from a shirtsold in a junk store on a side street in Baltimore for a dime from the first American dollar.The frayed green blob traveled from…
Written in the Stars
Shani had no control over her life. She was raised to believe that no one did. People just learned to breathe and let other forces take over. Especially women. What…
Saint Marci
You only date boys who are dying. It begins by accident. You’re fifteen. Your boyfriend learns he is terminally ill. He’s scared of what he’s facing and he’s afraid to…
The Cost of Living
Bea’s heart started to race, she couldn’t find her keys and she was going to be late for work. She couldn’t afford that. She had spent her overnight shift, last…
Bubbles
If you’d been quieter and listened more carefully, you would have been able to hear them in the walls, bouncing about, plotting in hushed tones. But you weren’t quieter, and…
The Last Flight
On the slim chance that anyone finds it, I’m writing this in my Not Book. I should explain: My Not Book is something Sharon, my sponsor, recommended. She said every…
As Wild as Me
How convenient; it seems thatSomeone has arrangedThe rocks into a bridge,And the creek isJust low enough to cross.I couldn’t pass up the chanceOf visiting theNow forbidden parkIn my neighborhood.It has…
The Pines Are Bleeding
She wasn’t one to pay attention to billboards, let alone one that was fading and partially obscured by a sad roadside grove of scraggly pine trees. But she and the…