Triptych for a Rainy Day

I. Morning Rewind the grey dots on the pavement. Drop them up into the sky, Higher, higher to their pinprick pockets in the clouds. Pockets where, for a brief moment, the light peaks through the grey undersky—a split-second split for spilt light to slice through. Rewind the grey dots to take their places in the... Continue Reading →

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Pinwheel {flash fiction}

I got my first pinwheel at a Fourth of July parade, sweating on a steaming curb. I was five years old at the time, and I could show you I knew it too, five pudgy fingers spread wide. Women on stilts with star-spangled pants tossed pinwheels to the kids below. I’d like to think I... Continue Reading →

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