Middle of Nowhere

Cruising the low deserts of California conferred much pleasure in my youth. Flat stretches of landscape frighten some, but I thrilled to the sensation of expansive space; the purple hills hanging in the distance; the shimmering waves of heat hovering just above the...

Overheard

It’s not that I was unresponsive. It’s that I couldn’t feel. Believe me, there’s a difference.   Don’t give up on people so easily, but don’t hold on too long, either.   We all come into this life with wounds to heal....

HER

She’s tender, like rose petals in rain before sun and weather draw stalks rigid toward a heaven filled with wonder and fear of what lies beyond, of then and now as small hands trace feathery lines across his tired brow.   Trembling when confronted with too many...