Mother’s second husband whose fingernails find purchase in her neck draining the stars from her veins.
Purple Gameboy
Shiny Green
He stepped onto the rink but hung onto the low hockey wall till his feet remembered what to do. Over the speaker a voice announced the next number was a jam, so join or stay out of the way. A string of guys formed, like segments of some enormous caterpillar. They leaned into the center on the turns, every step a lunge forward on the beat to “Move It” led by this amazing looking guy in Rasta dreads, shiny green shirt, and jeans plastered on.
My Slide Into Fiction
I often paint my characters into a corner and surprise myself about the way they get out or not.
Red Heifer
Sweat rolled down Gabriel’s face. Through the sights of the launcher, he stared at the animal for the very first time, like a groom finally seeing his bride on the wedding day. The sun had burnt us all in the past few weeks, but Gabriel’s face had drained of color. His index finger flirted with the trigger.
Wolf Woman; Regret; Fall; Hypermetropia; Fortissimo
Every night, I turn into a wolf’s mistress. On our paws, we pounce together into a meadow. Gorging on rain-stained grass, we howl at those who call us mad. We howl for them.
This Is a Story About Washing Your Hands
I try not to cry so often. I do get angry because when everyone else is out freezing their butts on icy metal bleachers at the football game, I am here scrubbing your blue wax mess off the wall. I am washing food out of your hair while my peers go to parties. I imagine their sleek, pressed ponytails and laid edges and I cannot remember the last time I did my hair instead of yours. I have more gray hairs than I have friends. I cook dinner that you will not eat because I forgot you don’t eat anything red...