Poetry

4/27/24–Between the busy of there and the duties of home, is the container you hold only for yourself…

Flash Fiction

A Night Like This

Just after dark, outside the Springs at Golden Eagle Campground, I sat on a tire in the middle of the playground, waiting. Summer was dying…

Flash Fiction

Hidden Places

There were places we could go that early summer, at the height of the drought, that had been invisible to us earlier and were inaccessible to us later…