night snow

we walk
quiet drifts of snow cushion our footsteps
flakes glitter like diamonds
generously scattered in our wake
bright is the night sky
as the full moon hangs low
resting atop the barren tree line

we walk
hand in hand
our breath escaping parted lips in plumes of fine mist
that float through the cloudless heavens
and gently disappear
up towards one majestic star, our star
shimmering among the others

we walk
while a chilled breeze whistles through
the forest of dancing branches
their icy limbs pointing us homeward
still the cold does not touch me
for I journey in your shadow
your shadow that keeps me warm

Novels

The Memory of Dancing
I learned about forgiveness at the age of thirty-three...
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September's Garden
Before the end, confetti burns in a sky of periwinkle blue and soon thereafter, a coat of gray flannel is tossed over the city...
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Footprints in the Sand
Thalia Hendershot never had a birthday party...
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Short Stories

Richard and the Gila Monster
In the untamed southwest, high upon the yellow Mogollon Mountains of cloud-kissing ponderosa pines, carved-out canyons of red rock and fine white grains of desert sand, Madeleine Talbot was introduced to her father, for the second time...
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COW No More
Carmella often wished that she could live her life on a cooking show...
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Poetry

fallen shadow
the mirror to the soul does not
lie • so why is its reflection unrecognizable to me...
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your face
your face is a constant image in my mind • like a snapshot that I reach for...
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until the next time
you’re gone • the scent of you lingers on my skin...
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Essays

A Week in the Life of a
Wanabe Writer
Day 1
I want to write...
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