Yanamama

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...

a play in one act, for your amusement Setting: 5 a.m. Friday. The sun has not yet risen. A cool spring breeze flows gently through my bed...

We are on vacation. Usually we start with simple plans that become distended and unwieldy with nearby opportunities and potential adventu...

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...

The kindergarten class stifled giggles and shuffled their feet as they entered the school office. I could barely see their faces, glowing wi...

The stairway and break room both were decorated in cheap faux wood paneling and lit by long commercial fluorescent bulbs that buzzed and occ...