Homework tonight is to make a family fire escape plan. Draw or write about it. "Okay." I say. "Let's do it." I've got a sharpened pencil and a shoebox full of crayons.
First published, River Oak Review.
He orders a cheeseburger, fries, and a Dr. Pepper. He spins on his stool a little. He’s got a wicked cowlick, a dirty Band-Aid on his elbow, something indecipherable written on the back of his hand in blue ink.
First published, Water~Stone.
I close my eyes and listened to Al Green. His voice sounded ethereal, not connected to any human being, just the sound of pure longing. I was tired of being alone, too.
First published, Cincinnati Review.