Closed Minds
It was rainy and the branches shed heavy drops on anyone who lingered near them. Lina staggered and knocked at the gatekeeper’s door, her stomach…
“Last Hour,” “Modern World,” “The Box,” and Other Poems
Last Hour I saw her the last hour when a glow suffused her face, her movements fast and strong, more alive than the rest of us that the house cat…
The Return
My husband rushed to the kitchen one evening. His face looked strangely excited as he said, “Tom Linden has come back.” I almost dropped the dish I…
