Warning! I am not a poet! But I wanted to make my contribution to the flood of pandemic-inspired art, and I just couldn’t explain what...

I’ve gone a little Max Lucado on this one. I’m kind of uncomfortable with it, but it’s time to post so here we go. Hey, there’s a long...

I have never shared a bedroom with anyone. But one night when I had climbed into bed and clicked the light off, I heard someone speaking....

I have set myself a rule to complete and publish a short story by the 16th of every month. Normally I agonize over these for a good two...

This is the last of a four-part short story. The first letter is here. March 10, 19– Baron, I will never cease berating myself for...

This is the third of a four-letter short story. The first one is here: Griffin in the Tomatoes: Letter I, The Baron to Miss Saylor March...

This is a story told in a series of four letters. The first is here February 13, 19– Dear Baron, I am so cautious I make a very...

I thought my short stories might come together more easily if I had a theme, so I’m exploring silence. Last month was the silence of not...