MY WRITING

It is not the hottest day yet, but its damn near close. Heavy September air wafts through the orchard, distorting the horizon. Mounds of...

God’s hand stretches a moonless night over Paris, elongated and tearing at the third arrondissement. A familiar criminal sleeps helpless...

Upon cracked, tectonic earth, a row boat sits on a ledge of sand, still unclaimed. Brackish barnacles line the boat in constellational...

I “If you can guess what I have in my pocket, you can have it,” taunted Nootiakok as he prodded Nanurjuk’s upper back with a bony pointer...

Debbie’s gum swelled like an anemone, pink and spongey to the touch. Countless nights of feasting on leftover waffles, home fries and...

Mississippi air wafted through the open window, along with the sunlight that dappled my exposed feet. Mother left it open hours ago...