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Been drifting along A sea of green. Been free to be, to breathe, to dream

This morning, strolling soddenly down Harmon street, the rain became a sudden shield; with sudden clarity I felt calamity dismissed...

It was sunrise Nail clipping of a moon, an incisor tooth Peeking and covered again, the colors of the sky...

Often, I used to drop by to ask a patient of mine about his mood, and one day he just...

[Third place winner in the Synapse Storytelling Contest nonfiction category.] The typical existential thoughts of a graduate student drifted through...

I think often of the apricots & shallots that I diced in your kitchen last year with a knife you...

[Originally published on December 1, 1988.] “Sometimes people just want to talk and it’s our policy never to hang up,”...

The buttercream needed something. Raspberries? George stirred a spoonful of jam into the bowl and re-tasted. Much better, he thought...

Third place winner in the Synapse Storytelling Contest poetry category. we moved through the sentence of the crowd, its fork-plate...