Wednesday, August 20, 2014

All the Rivers Flow into the Sea

"That night she cried and heard her father stir and knew
he was awake hearing her. Her crying kept him awake a
long time, but he didn’t comfort her. Solitude had its own
moments. Bitter and sweet. It would eventually die into itself."

THRICE Fiction, Issue 11, August 2014

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

The Sandpiper's Tracks

"Something dark inside me
made words sink back. Not
pity, but helplessness. Had she,
this child-woman, ever gone
to school? Had she the time
to rest? What did she dream
when she slept?"

Writing Tomorrow Journal, August 2014 Issue