[10 May 2019] She makes her way across the kitchen. Slow. Thump. Drag. Breathe. Pause. Thump. Drag. Breathe. Pause. Looks to her right. Sunlight filters through white lace curtains and window-clings of clovers and rabbits and suncatchers of lilies and cardinals and bluebirds and white and green and red dance on the floor and on…

[8 May 2019] The lights had long since dimmed, butthe smell of smoke still lingered, hovering among the vacant stalls, mingling with the scent of grilled chicken and soy sauce and squid, settling into empty beer bottles and sticky plastic spoons for the night, waiting to awaken the next day. And he stood – smiling…

[2 May 2019] He sits there, dark house, the old wooden porch swing goes creak creak, ice cream cone in his left hand, grandpa Albert’s pocket watch in his right – it don’t work no more but it sure feels good, cold and smooth and solid. He opens the watch. Squeak. Mary Elizabeth Helen Marie…

[29 April 2019] I sat there in the kitchen with you last night. You had just changed out of church clothes. From a grey dress and denim jacket and your nice shoes to a pink oversized t-shirt and yoga pants and black socks. You only own four pairs of shoes: your nice shoes, your boots,…

[25 April 2019] Lady Gregory is wearing scarlet to cousin Henry’s wedding, or so the word was. This was most irregular, but Lady Gregory was never one to do what was expected. Her tall frame and broad shoulders carried a sort of imperious condescension that commanded the respect of all she met. She never cared…