Yanamama

His pinkie was startlingly warm when it brushed hers. He was gracefully, deliberately, accidental in every touch; the kindness both thrilled...

He was the only reason I survived. At least, that’s the story we built together, him and me. I was so boy-crazy then that I spent my attenti...

You can do anything I tell my girl corralling my sadness for another place-time Who wants to tell a child she is limited  by her phys...

Rain curtains billow Revealing distant mountains Dusted with fresh snow Robins hop green paths Between clumps of melting ice Suddenly,...

Indiana maybe. Somewhere not long before Chicago we rolled into dark  shelter  behind  a growling semi You slept, contort...

“Wolves!” The call resonated through the village, echoing from gritty stone walls. Fires flared as sleepy shepherds stirred embers awake, s...

Lily’s eyes drooped, then sprang open. The teacher raised an eyebrow at her, but said nothing.  It made no sense. She got enough sleep las...

Grit-clad glass tunnels delicate hollows branch downward through sand jagged shards that capture the sky upside-down lightning ...

Dust devils lifted debris and spattered it against the white curvature of the old airplane, scouring fresh glistening scars deep into...

Feeling her fingers slip, Annalee pressed the pads of her left hand deeper into the rock.  It did no good. The additional weight scraped off...