Vows

He never wore a ring, she said. Though it might have been better than mangling it on a lumber hook two days after the wedding, nearly cutting that digit free at least. Such things happen, I know. Symbols on display do not indicate what harbors within. Commitment,...

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...

GYPSY

The old woman clasps worn cards wearily to grizzled chin, vertical lines set deep as piercing black eyes etched into an apple doll face. Sweeping swollen arthritic fingers over lined forehead, drumming now, listening to the hollow sound of bony digits echoing against...

SCHEMA

He rolls over, nestles into her back; warm, soft hands cupping bony ribs, slack belly, full hips. Years they have lain this way, waning dancers in the twilight. She turns, his synchronized movements practiced upon nights beyond number; limbs flailing, twisting,...