First Love

  Beyond the silken spider webs beneath the dust of time tucked away in darken attic lay a lonely steamer trunk.   In grandma Martha’s wake a lifetime revealed a mother’s heirlooms of baby shoes and photographs her crinkled wedding…

Goodbye, Bitch

I’m capable of murder. You wouldn’t think it to look at me, would you? Me neither.  But it’s actually surprisingly simple.  And elegant.  Which also surprises me. I mean, don’t you think that killing a person should be hard and messy.…