Our children are bridges, structures made out of love, blood, flesh, and bone, connecting us to the past, hinging us to the future.
It is too early for me to...
A few minutes ago he had kissed her goodbye at the door. A few minutes ago, she had gotten into her car and driven out of the garage pretending she was on her w...
This is how a woman dies.
She is born to a father who rejoices in hospital corridors because he has become a man, a child has been born of his loins. Her mo...
He traced the edge of her lips with his left thumb. She quivered like a wave of cold passed through her. Michael smiled knowingly. He usually had this effect on...
Read the 2016 Guest Review series here: CLICK.
It doesn't feel like it, but 2016 has finally come to an end, save for the last month December (save the l...
Dear Michelle,
I have written this letter in my head a million times, and in this final attempt to put these words down on paper, I will write it no matter w...
I have never experienced jet lag before so I don't know how to handle this.
I am asleep in the daytime and fully awake at night which is perfect for a city lik...
I had always felt a call for the beach. This wasn't the normal wanting to be moved by and caressed by a moving encompassing being that enveloped you completely ...
The starless night was a curse and a blessing as they walked to the car, one half of the pair a tottering, stuttering mess swaddled in expensive baby lace and p...
Standing in the centre of the field, I wish I could walk up and talk to you. To listen as I tell you about life and ask you about the things you like. To listen...
