Some Memories Don’t Stop

Roasting coffee beans with the flames of my manuscript, I picture her perfect: Almond-shaped honey eyes, polka dotted dress, hair shoulder length and eyes eyes eyes shooting and hips moving so tightly and drinking like a champion, pickle back shots & Yuneglings, playing & winning at bingo – winning already – and soft lips andContinue reading “Some Memories Don’t Stop”

Spring Rains Flowers

First week of June & on three occasions I walked by hairless baby birds fallen from their nests.  I noticed the first from the corner of my own crusty eye while wearing pajamas & sunglasses, walking the dog, not realizing what I had seen until the trains screeched above, startling me enough to shiver, turn &Continue reading “Spring Rains Flowers”