Chasing Phantoms

It was uncomplicated and obvious: sit and write. But she could not. Not with the kids, and the dishes, and the emails, and the days that required all of the mental fortitude and focus she could mine from within the depths of her weary being. She was always buzzing with the undercurrent of restless energy … More Chasing Phantoms

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

The Motel

She remained on the road for the better part of three days. The comforts of a cheap motel-a place apart from time, with no designs on bettering itself- had alleviated a modicum of her stress and smoothed some of the crazy out of her appearance, but she felt little improved. A restlessness was waging war … More The Motel