Mom scrambles across the room half-tripping over her own feet. She lifts his head and begins to attempt to pry the un-chewed hot dog from his throat. Beating on his chest and blowing her own breath into his mouth, she… Continue Reading
I burned your name in blue fire and released it to the wind. The wind twirled it around the lemon trees in the yard, swirled it around the bougainvillea draped over the brick fence and carefully carried it out. I… Continue Reading
From her balcony by the Nile, Hatshepsut looked out over the land of Egypt and wept. There was nothing else to do. Her once-delicate hands, now marred by burns and plague scars, clenched tightly around the balcony railing. From the… Continue Reading