March 27, 2012

My Father, Who Art in Heaven

He leaned against the warped oaken desk that had only three legs, and he only one. One and a splintering cane. On his rayon cuffs, the […]
January 3, 2012

An Elegy for Miles

Anna was eight when the needle fell out. From the disjointed arm on the 45-spinner. As she toyed with toys and the bob of the arm fell […]