If I saw a little old man out there, a fellow with a hunched up back, I shouldn't be afraid.

love notes yellowed through the years

She'd have to be careful, but couldn't you just see it?

I walked to work back then...

in our teens as tough as the cold/we wore denim and flannel with our boots/kicking at whichever wind blew . . .

Now that I am dead, my god will fight your god...

What happens to a town when all of its songbirds go on strike?

They said AK, AK, if you want to come here, if you want to come to Antioch, you have to bring your A+ game. If you want to run with the big boys. That’s what they said. So I brought my A+ game.

Rarely is Quay Street so clean, Monday in rain, Neactain’s ticking over with Slow jazz and crosswords, Stout and steaming anoraks.

“Can I feel it?” he reached his hands out immediately, expecting I’d say yes. I am the type to always say yes, right? “Sure.” I confirmed, swallowing back my fear of his touch. He didn’t seem himself, like this. I led his hands to my hips and let them

She walks ahead, dropping matches as she goes. Grassland is consumed by flames and when I arrive all is wasted.

Literary agents, also editors, But most assuredly not my creditors, Someday they won’t mean jack to me— The people who won’t get back to me.

Linus had it right with the security blanket he held like a beloved pet swan. Geneva had it all wrong with a pastel-colored music box, painted with impressionist-styled daisies and tied up in gold-ribbed pink bow. But it had come from her grandmother. Her

She wanted handcuffs.

Here’s how you do it. First you get a ladder, a long one.