Yanamama

It is a season of hunger Of pacing cabinet to fridge nibbling edges of things dust on restless tongues It is a time for prowling  Disc...

We have a mouse. Not a welcome mouse. Not a cheerful friend who squeaks adorably and nibbles cheese in a charming fashion. This one gnaws at...

Rise early. Sometimes you gotta get to a person's house before they leave for work; if you're lucky, they trusted you enough to give...

I’ve been thinking about intimacy, lately. Not sex. They are not the same thing.  My pondering did start with musings about sex and intimac...

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...

Diesels bay at 3 a.m. as they prowl railyards on the north end of town A screen lights the kitchen half-cleaned, still fragrant with  ...