Fiction · Scene · Short Story

Fodder for Retrospect

The limp expression on his face was nothing new, but it still tore gently into Monica’s chest each time she looked at her son. With each tear in the fabric of motherhood, she buried the urge to give up, to send him to another doctor, to admit to the nagging suspicion that she might be… Continue reading Fodder for Retrospect

Fiction · Gallimaufry

Care of the Moon

The sun drips behind a mountain range. Lustering clouds bulge high then widen. One breathes in droplets the gracious welkin as if in sport. She is graceful in her expansion, cycling through a billow of personalities. Each begs for attention. Each swells for interpretation. A girl bends to pick a flower. As she tilts her… Continue reading Care of the Moon

Fiction · Short Story

Knee-high by the Fourth of July

On the opposite side of the road passed the third pickup he’d seen that afternoon donning an oversized American flag waving in the blackened air behind the cab's smokestack exhaust pipes. Patriotism, he thought as stomach acid warmed his chest, muddied and misled. The giant flag, strung from a 4’’X4’’ wooden post, flapped in animated… Continue reading Knee-high by the Fourth of July

Fiction · Gallimaufry

Quilt. Dousing campfire. Toy sailboat. Love letters.

The following passages represent four sequential moments from one of my weathered composition books.  ............................................................................................................................................... A patchwork quilt is spread upon the jagged, broken stalks of last summer's crop of corn. The colors are dull, uninviting, like the content of our conversation. We've drifted here. Those pieces of fabric were selected with bleary eyes and… Continue reading Quilt. Dousing campfire. Toy sailboat. Love letters.