From The Black Naught

I wasn’t ready to start my day. I wanted to stay in bed, wrapped up in Peter, and watch the rise and fall of white cotton sheets for a little while longer. Or close my eyes and go back to dreaming. In my sweet sleep, you were sat on the beach, building sandcastles and exhaling

For You, Rowena (an excerpt)

EIGHT Hearts Bled 3 January, 2016—Sunday 4:30 a.m. Decimation was nigh. Two hearts bled. What a pitiful sight. Imagine parallel trails of iron scented crimson staining the flooring as the lovers navigated the airport terminal, hand gripping hand. Rowena mutely rehearsed a sendoff while fighting back the acid rising in her esophagus. Lucas blinked, and

Quotes from Magpie in August

“We’ve eaten lots of breakfasts as a family, but this one is the most important to me, and that morning is alive too, sharing space with my guilt. Strange how trivial things, the details of a single morning in five-thousand and some can so cruelly become the richest, most bittersweet of memories.” –Magpie Carey “The

The Sun Still Does Shine (excerpt from Magpie in August)

Here I am, pulling into the resort, and I can’t remember passing a single landmark these last two miles. Mom hasn’t spoken at all since leaving the city beach. At least I didn’t hear her say anything. No, she’s just been smoking, riding along, and losing time of her own; wandering her corridors. She’s found

Where the Earth Starts to Slope (excerpt from Magpie in August)

  She has my head in her lap. Her fingers are raking through my sweat tangled hair; it kind of hurts, but I don’t want to pull away. All I need now is my little yellow plastic cup filled with apple or grape juice. I’m crushing ants with my thumb as they speed along the

Some of My Favorite Amazon Reviews (Magpie in August)

 

Heat Haze (Magpie in August)

OUT OF ORBIT (an excerpt from Magpie in August)

  -5- OUT OF ORBIT   I wish I didn’t want Dad back. Or you, little sister. It hurts too much to want. And it’s too damn hard to figure out which hurts me more, missing the dead, or missing the living; though I don’t know why it should really matter. What I do know