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(from a series – Temperatures- *See previous Colder and Temperatures for more involving officer Mitchum Cobb and his partner Cyrus Hogue) She pulled his briefs out of the dryer. Grey, t-shirt material, Calvin Klein briefs, similar to ones he’d worn as a boy minus the designer labeling on the waistband. As she folded them, she … Continue reading


I could say I’ve never felt so hopeless, but I have. Or that I’ve never felt so depressed and down, but I have. Even a pandemic can’t introduce me to any new emotion. For as long as I can remember my range has been that of pitch black to bright white in the same day, … Continue reading


I bet only us an the mortician get paid to be around the dead this much. “There’s times, when we gotta do this kinna thing, that I think about whether or not Lana’d show if I died. You know with us not bein together anymore.” Cobb snorts an I know right off he’s gonna say … Continue reading


It’s said we’re headed for the 6th extinction yet we seem to be saying “bring it on”. Our behavior, our choices our advances, setbacks for all other species but ourselves, making it seem as if we are sick enough of ourselves that we’re waving the white flag in the face of Tsunamis, hurricanes, fires, food … Continue reading


The canaries flew from the coal mine, oh so very long ago. They’d fluttered and warped their wings against the bars of their cages so much without being heeded that as soon as they saw their out they escaped, only to find the air outside of it much less breathable. And what are we to … Continue reading


That fifteen year old girl who healed crooked left me crippled at the core, hangs out, lounges on my sofa, eats my food, watches my T.V., talks too loudly on her cell phone, and refuses to leave. The same one who tried to die, who said with her actions “I want out” hasn’t ever quite … Continue reading


    If I can hate me, I can love me. The capacity is there to take everything I’ve despised and turn it on it’s head. Because all emotions come from the same burning furnace of our fragile little soul. There is only one center, consuming the coals of our understanding that we shovel in … Continue reading


Excerpt of an upcoming novel , #DarlaPomPom   Prologue     I will begin by telling you what this isn’t. This isn’t a beach read. It isn’t a tuck yourself into bedtime story. It is not something you’d want your future daughter-in-law to tell you in a private moment when she thinks you know each … Continue reading