Fables: Lost and Found
byI used to write fables. Not the Aesop kind, not at all. He has probably turned a few thousand times in his grave…
I used to write fables. Not the Aesop kind, not at all. He has probably turned a few thousand times in his grave…
Long ago while on the metro, I was seated adjacent to a middle-aged well dressed lady who had a small book open and was…
Long ago while on the metro, I was seated adjacent to a middle-aged well dressed lady who had a small book open and was…
The wheels: They never stop. “Am scared” Icy cold sneaky fingers wrapped her fragile heart and squeezed it blue. She gasped, unable to breathe…
An essay:Â When folks you love and hold dear to your heart decide to move on, move away or carry on with their life…
She grew up seeing her mom in the kitchen. Her aunts, grandmas, older female cousins and random ladies, all bent over the stove, cutting…
She was late. Not like I was in a hurry or anything, and she called to say she was running late and sounded flustered…
It was a cool but sunny day. Just like before. A thin black sports jacket over her pink shirt, she drove right into the…
“let go” “let it be” “let me be!” “Let things be, don’t, just let me be” “please can’t you just let go?” *** She…