F is for Frank

Dear Frank,You may be wondering where I have gone. Let’s face it. This was never going to work between us. You speak your mind, and I speak in poetry. You say things as they are, and I imagine them as they could be. I will miss you, but I think we can agree this is […]

E is for Eagerness

Wriggling with joy, pink bursts forward from white silk tainted with red. She remains pure, an unsullied reminder of furtive moments spent nestled in a painter’s warm palate. Delicious, sumptuous, yes. What sensuous joy and what pleasure she trails in her wake. Her dreams whisper softly, like long-remembered fingers on skin, like children traipsing thoughtless […]

D is for Death

Lesha, New York City’s newest angel, received her first solo assignment with a nervous flutter in her almost-human heart. It would be her job to corral a newly-deceased soul from earth to the afterlife. From what other angels had told her, the passage could be easy, but it could also be very tricky. The soul […]

B is for Beggars

According to the mission brief, Team Leader Alera would be waiting at the corner of 3rd and Broadway, but first Lesha had to make herself presentable. She had to look human. Lesha knew exactly what she wanted to look like: red-haired with olive-toned skin, tall but not too tall. She would wear standard attire for […]

You Should Know

There was something I was really supposed to tell you. I remember writing it down somewhere.  Was it on my iPhone? No… I forgot to charge the stupid thing again  last night. I didn’t have my journal at the time, so it couldn’t have been my journal either. Agh, where did I write it down? […]

Xanthippe’s Side

There are two things that I would like to take a moment to clarify – well, at least two. First, Socrates my husband would have been nothing without me. I was the real brains of the operation. Have you ever heard of the Socratic method? Yeah, it should probably be called the Xanthippic method – […]

Why

I’m not angry. I’m not even sad anymore. I am simply riddled with invisible bruises, like how a long ago broken arm twinges before a storm. Why were you so cruel? Were you insecure, not ready to have a child, blaming yourself for my faults, real and imagined? I stand by your grave like standing […]

The Unicorn Speaks: An Open Letter

  For the record, unicorns are real. We’re not all white and we don’t all have shiny silver horns but otherwise it is all true. Some might categorize us as a special breed of horse with a unique trait: the horn thing. Some of us have wings, but that doesn’t mean we call each other […]

Think About It

Yeah, I was paying attention. I know what you’re planning to do and have a pretty good idea why. I’d like to say something like “good luck” and “see you when you get back.” I’d even like to try again to talk you out of this. Instead, I just want to point out – one […]