Painted Pictures
I moved out with my princess bedroom furniture, college loans and my cat, Pristina. We moved into a loft apartment together and I lost my virginity to a writer who lived across the narrow hallway and was twice my age.
Musical Chairs
I often wonder what it would be like to take on a lover again. When I was young, making love was so simple, I would just pretend he was someone else and the climax was spectacular. Admittedly the afterglow was decidedly flat.
Immortal Spaniel
The world bloomed red in small startling places and she searched for the sear and pucker of the color in the dead of winter.
This House
my love, he prefers the corner of the room, his feet upon the footstool. my sticks they knit and click. he smiles upon the rhythm and frowns upon the faults. the corner of the room is wooden and plain and the footstool a mere iron thing. we sit in silence …
The Cold Side of Mourning
Roger’s City and Alpena
The sunrise side
Of cold, cold mourning