raise the dead

Mothers are not meant to be remade. This was a truth known since childhood. No simulacrum, no effigy could take the place of the spark that died in late September. I’d seen her dead. I’d touched her lifeless body. That cool, rigid cheek would never dimple from a smile. And she would never rise from... Continue Reading →

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celestial bodies

The first lesson anyone should be taught about stars is that most of them are dead. What we seem is time dilating, moving on without us, leaving us behind. We see the afterimage, the echo, the last, gasping breath of a mass that burst and imploded millennia ago. And maybe this is why stars are... Continue Reading →

black water

When her feet stop at the edge of the bridge, Mara realizes she’s having the dream again. This is an old dream, one that comes year after year. Always in October, almost always the same cold night. And because she knows the dream, she remembers what happens next. She watches the road beyond the bridge.... Continue Reading →

Stars

On the 18th, ten years and one day since Papa died, Gramma followed.  I loved them both very, very much.  ...There isn't a way to express how much.  I got to have more time with my grandmother. Anyone who loses someone who formed and shaped their life with love knows there is no such thing... Continue Reading →

Marching on

Happy March. From what I can tell driving around the countryside, it seems spring is on the way. Updates have been a bit slow as I am now part of a delivery team driving freight all over the continental US. I edit, I drive, and I try to stay on top of the rest of... Continue Reading →

crossroads

As he passed the sign declaring HELL IS REAL, Tyler laughed. "Ain't nobody who lives like us doesn't know that," he said, glancing at his silent companion. "And sure as shit, you and I know it's true." The thing in the passenger seat slid its one gleaming eye toward him, a slight dip of its... Continue Reading →

woodland creatures

The hall of antlers was a place Henry only saw in his dreams.   It was staggering to think of how many bodies it had taken to fill that expanse. How much blood, how many lives. In the dream, the question was soft, merely wonder, because awe was the only way to traverse such a... Continue Reading →

in search of someone else

I. she was the smallest spark. a fading star, a wisp of smoke, a gasp, a plume of breath on an icy winter night. she always liked it austere. honest: no ornamentation, no comfort bare bones and brittle waiting for a spring that might never come. in her deep dark forest and its endless black... Continue Reading →

the story you hadn’t written yet

I didn’t see you until I saw you, carved out of the end of summer, late September sunshine along the curve of your jaw. Sky blue, clear like the way you saw through everything, All the way to its core. And I started admiring fields of pale grass and the corner of your mouth– that... Continue Reading →

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