One piece of the paper fell into her lap as he looked at it. “My dad knows how to read the paper and fold it up carefully as though he…
rain falling onto the fire escape cooling off the city we measure the day based on what falls in these few inches of space outside our windows if there is…
Her mother led her through the crowds of people using the small space between her upheld arms and body as just the right sign to the strangers next to them…
The Truth by Olav H. Hauge The truth is a shy bird A roc flying outside time, sometimes before, sometimes after. Some say there’s no such thing, those who have…
…not even the familiar scent of eucalyptus, or the sight of its leaves thrust into a nostril, or the drumroll of rain on currogated tin roof, or the visceral odor of…
When Rachel stepped out of her apartment, she walked back in quickly, reaching for her other heavier jacket on the kitchen chair. This one would protect her from the snow…
The gunshots entered into her apartment. They filled the window panes, and seemed to float on the sides of the window. They did allow the light from the snow to…
I’ve been thinking about leaving My Grandmother left her country and came here without thinking about the place where she learned what smells were like Without thinking about the sun’s…
We wish we could swallow words. They could fit into a spoon that we could mix into our cereal, so it would float down just a little smoother. Sometimes I…
Lights in the Hand 