Poetry My Gentleman Friend Every day for more than a decade I took the same road / to work in the morning, and home again in the evening.
Fiction Remnants A cloud choked evening sky funneled its dull hue of various grays into the slits of squinted eyes.
Poetry I Found My Grandmother’s Home on Zillow Beginning with those hedges, gnarled like her hands, / branches of veins spreading out, setting the house apart.
Poetry Without a Compass I used to be able to get lost in the woods / entirely dependent on my parents to find me
Poetry Goodwill Why would anyone buy a pair of used underwear? / I ask myself as I search through a bin / of miscellaneous clothing at Goodwill.
Poetry Fireflies Raindrops tinkle on the tin roof / like fingers on the ivory keys / of Grandma’s old piano.