Everyone said the place was haunted. But after the week I had, I didn’t care. The old house was secluded, and I needed to be alone. Dad got drunk for the third time that week. He yelled. I yelled back. My sister hid. Mom cried....
Read MoreIn cities tongues waggle more than they ought crows the blacksmith. Listen to the leaves recite their benedictions in the weak autumnal light. They clamber over themselves to be better heard by willing ears. Please be naked to...
Read MoreThe spark has been quenched like a firefly whose belly has been emptied of light. No more gold for me says the fly. No more chartreuse eyes that wink at the moon. But Jason knows he will find the fleece in its beaming rays hung...
Read MorePosted by admin | April 27, 2023 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
The ominous text arrived on a Friday evening in mid-April. My sister-in-law had just called the rescue squad because my 79-year-old brother had fallen and hit his head while coming in from their deck. He had a subdural hematoma...
Read MoreForty years ago On a winding Quebec road An old woman baked bread In a roadside rock Carved out to hold an oven She was nonchalant As she served the bread With melting maple butter That dripped down our chins We were in awe of...
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