A Memoir Flash Piece

A Memoir Flash Piece

This piece explains why I didn’t get my driver’s license until I was eighteen and also why I’ve always driven like a little old lady. I am pleased and proud that this memoir flash was just published in A Year in Ink, Volume 10. Thank you San Diego...
A Birdhouse Poem

A Birdhouse Poem

The Birdhouse After a long winter I fill the sweet wooden birdhouse and wait for the oriole to return. I shoo away the squirrel that climbs upon the rusty metal stand. Keep to your acorns, I say. There are plenty. Squawking lapis jay comes next drops bits of seed to...