Short Stories
The Idea of You
That story never does get old, does it? Somewhere in the deep crevices of who we are our hearts beg to write it as our minds plead to read it.
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And So I Walk
I do not question those lonely footprints in the sand. I do not question the solitude when it comes. I realize all is well, all is perfect.
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Maybe I’ve Always Had It Wrong
I’ve been reflecting on myself today, as reflected by a myriad of others who provide me with some context. <Inhale> I’ve been blessed, although I am sure in a way most would not consider a […]
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When “I Love You” Comes
My newest, heart-felt submission to Elephant Journal. “In a world confused by me, she understands me. She brings my voice into tune, my heart into rhythm, my sight into focus. She has no need to […]
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The Sun Loves With You
A sigh can be a mantra of sorts, reminding us of a dream that inspires us, of a passion that fuels us, a desire that makes the unreal real in a way that speaks of […]
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Please, Touch Me (Excerpt)
… I feel alone as I stretch toward the empty spaces in my life, the voids giving me room to move, room to know myself. Suddenly, I feel you there. I love the way you […]
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I Long for Winter
I walk along trying to find the mindless footprints I’ve cast in the hardened bedrock of my life; wondering why some fear the sturdiness of this place, why they search for escape by looking for the invisible tracks they swear they left behind.
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What Absolutely Beautiful Ugliness I Am
I guess when I look back I realize that the weatherman doesn’t always need to be right, and that sometimes it is just perfect to get soaked to the bone when science says the sun should be shining.
