Cliche in Contrast

Drifting- seeking- lost, forever. Her breath held still, shallow paradox, tears fall hot staining white satin and lace. He departs, the distance measured in light years. Ersatz affection given a bloom, a title, donned like armor, she sees only target. Once bruised and battered, she, never idle, clutching blade, white frosting knuckles. Extant wrath floods, …

On shoes and suicide

For every sad, solitary shoe that I see scuffed and faded, slowly breaking down on the side of the road, I know there is a story of something left unfinished, of things left unsaid I want to travel the streets to collect these shoes so that I might feel the impressions of distant feet and …

Feeding stray cats

As it appears in the 2012 American River Review I don’t know the cost of a ream of paper in China or how much sunlight reaches the north pole of the moon. I don’t know why people in Louisiana eat living crawfish or what the long term effects of using my cell phone will be. …