Tuesday, April 20, 2010

The Guestroom

This can be your bedroom, baby girl. I love it, I love it, she said. She ran to the porcelain cat curled on the nightstand. Pink! I love it. I just love it! I had told her I hoped she’d like it. She liked it, I’m sure, for me. A heart so old for a girl missing only three teeth from new gums.


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The Band Marches On

There are still three stories I'm working to finish so I can put this latest collection to bed. Two haven't been started, but I hav...