Walking into the private military club in the small town a half-hour north, my old middle-school friend, who said I would know her by the poppies on her shirt, jumped up to greet us. We’d reconnected after bumping into each other at the store a while ago and traded facebook handles. She’d invited me back…
Category: horror
Black Sheep
Looking through my library this morning, I came across a letter and some poetry a friend of mine sent me back in 1995, shortly after my father passed away. It triggered an emotional response that there is space to allow its full expression. Many times these triggers cannot be but fleetingly acknowledged, as they are…
Tao Talk 