Category: prose

I swear, sometimes I can see the shadow she ca…

I swear, sometimes I can see the shadow she casts… And then I nod at the chair, as though she were really present, and get back to writing.

‘Shifting times, Goldenrod.’

‘Shifting times, Goldenrod.’

The ashes fly out from all their hands – float…

The ashes fly out from all their hands – floating on faith, floating on love – blessing the ground.

One day, west again.

One day, west again.

We grinned and clinked our soda cans.

We grinned and clinked our soda cans.

“That’s the thing with patterns. They are stubborn. Even when we decide to break our own, Patterns…”

“That’s the thing with patterns.
They are stubborn.
Even when we decide to break our…

But she heard the footsteps of the girls behin…

But she heard the footsteps of the girls behind her.

I will sleep on it, and perhaps send it tomorr…

I will sleep on it, and perhaps send it tomorrow.

It’s the greatest little city in the worlds.

It’s the greatest little city in the worlds.

The memory of Mama shaping every word.

The memory of Mama shaping every word.