Death Erection

She turned away from me, “Why,” she said, her voice trembling.

I got angry at the sound of her emotion…

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I can be forgiven

In the spring poison grows under trees, and takes many shapes, imitating a vine, or hiding in ground cover. It can mimic the thorny raspberry, or an adolescent oak. It’s a joker; it’s a thief, in three words – all things human. Do not venture into the forests of the Ardennes, after a long winter […]

The End of the Circle

She turned to the gift.  It sat on the stained laminate table where every night for a lifetime she’d set a light supper for family.  Cold cuts, cheese, and sliced bread for sandwiches.  A little mustard and mayo.  Old Spice still lingered in the air and suddenly it was all around her: the past, coming […]

The healing power of tabloid journalism

(this is part five of a WIP with the working title of The Circle at the Top of the Hill) All her life Gram had followed the same morning routine and it always included a donut or some other sweet for breakfast.  And then, when did it happen?  Sometime in the nineteen seventies.  Suddenly sugar […]