The Wages of Life


I. When someone calls me Young lady, I don’t know whether To laugh or cry Out: I’m not so young; 65.5 years have I lived on this Earth! I’ve done my time, committed crimes and paid the fines for all my youthful indiscretions. [And God has told me, It’s alright, my child.] I’ve learned lessons … More The Wages of Life

Vampire Hours


As the comfort of Winter Darkness wanes and a hint of Spring expands the Light of Day, my nights transmute into Vampire Hours. I cannot sleep. My mind seeks the blood of dreams awakened— plans for tomorrow, regrets of yesterday, a million hopes, a thousand fears converging like bats seeking their cave. I try to … More Vampire Hours

The Fringe Dweller


You know this type: The girl who won’t raise her hand to answer a question in class, even though she knows the answer Hands down. The awkward kid who can’t throw, can’t catch a pass, and gets picked last No matter what team. The girl seated at the kitchen table for dinner, who silently talks … More The Fringe Dweller

Change of Seasons


When I was younger, I hated Summer. All that heat, all that light exposing the dark corners of my soul. My season of birth is Autumn— October, when leaves of red and gold dance against crisp winds in a smoky mauve sky. Then, something changed. I embraced the Light of Summer (but not the heat): … More Change of Seasons