Blue flowers open near the cement pathway and she walks down porch steps. The sky is lovely as she breathes in and walks to the car. She has books to…

She ran past the weathered houses, fenced gardens, and crying dogs. Air escaped from her throat, and it was hard to breathe. As her legs teared with sweat, her eyes…

In album pages, I look at thirty-year-old photos— a skinny girl with short black hair parted to the side with a pin securely placed by her mother. Her eyes hold…

Voices from book pages let me forget the daily noise so I embrace words as the pages exhale. Time does not matter when I relate to aches and delights. Somehow…

What Will Become of Them? A woman caught the girl’s smile when she held gardenia for the first time. At two o’clock, the wind exhaled as summer cooled under the…

The Next Life She heard prayers and saw her husband make sandwiches, drive to work, and pay bills. She watched her child write alphabet letters, pick up stones on the…