My thumb digs into the grooved metal of the striker wheel, pressing and flicking to ignite my lighter. It sputters and clicks, trying to form that precious flame, and then it dies. So I switch to matches. My fingers tremble as I fish out one of the wooden sticks, scraping it against the side of ...

There’s a crack in the floor that’s hardly even noticeable, but I can’t tell- Is it getting bigger, or is it shrinking?   What if I step on it? Would it shudder beneath me and swallow me whole? Or will the floor stay intact?   I could simply patch the crack up, but how would ...

Looking in the mirror, what do I see? Am I a product of joy or misery? I am unrecognizable in my age, like a tattered book with wrinkles on each page. I’ve lived a long life and still don’t quite know- Where is my previous self? Where did she go? Is she staying inside, though ...

I walk through a room that leads to another. The loop continues room by room until I am lost. The rooms stretch endlessly, each one different from the last, or maybe identical to the one before it. Some are empty; others are filled with spiraling staircases- Optical illusions that strain my eyes and leave me ...

Trees and grass, the Bay mare’s protection One spring night.   Breathing heavily – No wind, No threat in sight.   Her colt lies beside her, Touching noses.

Fall colors come late, Orange cat in the window, My heart yields to change

I have seen the skulls Laughing as tears Ran like beads of wax.   Backed up against a cracked mirror, Images of the aurous haired child Stares at me holding a withered Bouquet of violets and dandelions.   Take them small outstretched hands say, The taste of rotting memories Nails its way between us, Our tongues ...