From Cairo To Carlisle.

The night before our wedding vows were exchanged, we changed the bedding. Cotton from Cairo to Carlisle, you said. And, amid these mills and pyramids unfolded, tucked and spread, we slept. o Dreamed freedoms formed from enslavements; cold words are never sentenced here. We have no need for apple crops, tobacco shops, or any other … Continue reading From Cairo To Carlisle.

Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women (cover reveal)

I'm excited to reveal the cover of the forthcoming anthology from Gabriela Marie Milton and EIF, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women. The cover design is by EIF, featuring original artwork by yours truly. Gabriela is compiling and editing the anthology, which will be published by EIF / Experiments in Fiction. This anthology is still open for … Continue reading Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women (cover reveal)

The Waiting Room.

After some time, a bearded, balding, overalled, paint spattered, coot man - stepladder and duffel bag in hand - came into the low level buzz of the waiting room. He clumsied himself and his chattel through the door, allowing a brief rush of oily, night cold air to enter, too. The gust, flustering the newspaper … Continue reading The Waiting Room.

Plate Moon.

A series of corridors. Breathing hard, neither speaking. Their footsteps falling from the walls, the ceiling. The moon in the windows, repeating. The fire door. The way out. Great gulps of cold night air, both doubled over, looking all about themselves, sweating heartbeats. They were stood on a short, wooden jetty on the south side … Continue reading Plate Moon.