Fire in the Pit
I write fire.
I fire words.
Words fire me.
Capturing
When I read these words about today months, even years, from now, I’ll remember the places I turned and the spots of shade as I mowed, the flood of unsettling and grounding memories of Mom mowing these yards, and the tissues of my heart fraying and knitting at once knowing how quickly things slowly change. How lucky am I, capturing life’s moments with words?
Take Your Writer Out for a Walk
What Is Your Word Value?
The Push and Pull of Life
Ed could invent a thousand excuses for choosing to drink. He could pretend life had driven him to drink. But the truth was he just wanted to. It wasn’t something else and the drink. It was just Ed and the drink.
Flash Fiction in the Sand
My flash-fiction story, “The Conceit of Sand,” was picked up by Third Wednesday Magazine. If you need a pick me up in your hectic week, this publication has the perfect balance of brief and deep.
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