Offering a free read of a short story uncharacteristic of my writing -- cyberpunk! Get it at the dropdown link "Extras" under fiction. Ho...

of lavender bloom awash in mist remembered and fading away

We are drowning in mediocrity, oblivious to our impending end. We are satisfied with the bland, content with the merely okay -- no, worse...

I guess in my heart -- in that place that nags you not to eat the last cookie, or buy that too-expensive dress, or get tied up with a guy...

"I've been thinking a lot about this thing we all do -- life…" she began, her pencil absently tracing an invisible line around the open n...

A coffee cup, a ring of dried sludge around the bottom, a pair of round, tortoiseshell glasses -- one lens tinted dark where it bakes in ...

If you walk with me, you are welcome -- though I cannot guarantee the content of our time. My vision shifts with sun and shadows, rage an...

Dark, cold, buried beneath a pile of thick, soft, dense white; it is a time to hibernate and hide away. The world has vanished beneath a ...

Diary of Her a short tale of what was When did the leaves change? I think to myself as I stand in the path to the small patch of woods be...

It sits in a small patch of woods nestled between two neighborhoods, easily missed behind tangles of brambles, and curtains of ferns; sur...

I'm not sure how long they've been together -- I saw them for the first time last year -- but I think it's been a while now. It's clearl...

A. Frond Minks stares out her back porch window wondering where all the deer were this past winter. There was a time when they could be s...