She weaves the spell once more, lays out the deck and makes him choose; she knows which card will turn up. No matter how many times the witch shuffles the tarot deck, he always draws The Fool. Copyright © … Continue reading
Nimble fingers glide over tan, slightly weathered skin, playing connect-the-dots with the little moles on my forearms and I feel so alive; your touch tickles and teases lips, eyelids, scalp until my entire body buzzes with energy and there are … Continue reading
Daydreams drift into vivid memories, shadowed thoughts of remember when grow bright with a gasp as I dip my feet into the icy river. The new road used to be old riverfront and the only travelers were ducks and geese. … Continue reading
I impatiently waited tables trying to earn enough money to keep my apartment filled with cheap beer and expensive drugs. There wasn’t much else to do in that stuffy little town with one intersection. The air was fine as long as you … Continue reading
I watch his chubby little fingers carefully separate each precious strand, his face lighting up as he feeds me strips of processed mozzarella. A year ago he told me he hated me. This morning he told me I am his … Continue reading
