Poisoned Tea

Like the façade of his house, the man’s kitchen, den, and all rooms visible to Denver exercised the same modern, monochromatic palette of white, gray, and black, with little to no color forcing its way in, save for a small green succulent in a terra cotta pot on the counter, alone in its marble desert.   … More Poisoned Tea

Through the Black Door

She was often disappointed. With the endings of films, with her relationships and all of their lackluster trimmings, and most often with herself. Yet this one shining moment, against all odds, was not to be filed away with the cancelled plans and regrettable plot twists.   The door opened with the attitude of a student who … More Through the Black Door

The Sublime

There was an almost painful quality to their beauty, which she found all the more surreal up close, with color that burst and appeared to run liquid. Gazing directly at them from above, she was instantly drawn in by their complexity of hues- plums ringed in fuchsia, sunbursts circled with coral- as if they had … More The Sublime

A Curious Thing

“It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too. Fire and brimstone all right, but hidden in lacy groves.”  – Toni Morrison, Beloved    “Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,  Old Time is still a-flying;  And this same flower that smiles today  Tomorrow will be dying.”  – Robert Herrick, … More A Curious Thing

Currently Querying

Pared down to my essence, I am a tortured writer. A fairly social observer of the world who awakes in the night trying to capture that je ne sais quoi when a dream or fleeting memory brings all the pieces into place and the veil of life is lifted, if only for a millisecond. Everything … More Currently Querying