The worst part is that I knew. Too much time had passed. I pushed the thought from my head. No time. No time for that. I was so close. So fucking close. Yet I didn’t go. Too busy visiting, too busy with the minutia. I couldn’t make time. She was disappointed. I explained. She was…
Tag: Prose
The Buyers
Dear Buyers, There is a small but prolific vine that pops up all over the flower bed in front of the house. I left her alone at first because she was lovely and bore tiny flowers. She managed to choke and kill one of the lavender plants while I wasn’t paying attention last year, and…
Will Power
When I was a girl, I knew an old woman. She had a magic. A way of knowing. The strength of a person’s will. She was quiet. She watched. She listened. She smiled. Privately, she would give me summation. Weak willed. Strong willed. Willful. With or without will power. I would like to say she…
Speaking In The Vernacular
She had a cadence to her voice. A pattern to her speech. Sublimely Southern in her delivery. Rarely did she volunteer her opinion. When asked, she chose her words with care. She spoke in a kind of code. Responding indirectly, answering questions not yet asked. She could cut you down, lift you up, make all…


