Sister, you are the puffed cheeks of a woman unsure of her trajectory. Although, it could also be the puffed cheek of the hot-dogger who...

Micro-fiction A willowy man pinched his coat tighter against the salt wind that made his eyes sting. He sidestepped the itchy, brown...

Jackson was making coffee. The morning news blared and the kitchen smelled like toast. Gala, in  thick woolen socks, came in, making no...