The Pawn Artist

The beginning of a future book by Suzanne Crain Miller “…It’s probably polite to pretend you don’t see people coming out of pawnshops, anyhow.”― Dashiell Hammett, The Thin Man          The day you decide not to work alone, starts your clock. It’s only a matter of time til you’re caught or killed. That’s what Chet Wexler always … Continue reading →

flat

I will know I’m okay when don’t turn sideways to look in my bathroom mirror nearly every time I go to the bathroom, pull up my shirt just enough to see my stomach and how flat or not flat it is to get some type of instant relief, or receive a punch to the gut … Continue reading →

Teetering

Don’t feel bad. When you look back to see that I’ve receded like ocean waves, nearly gone from your view. Receded from the shores of a life I could never truly claim to begin with. What you didn’t see was that I was already teetering. One foot in front of the other on a tightrope … Continue reading →

Jesse

“Do you own a handgun?” The doctor asks. She has to if you answer certain questions honestly from the laminated checklist for mental health. I know this. I’ve answered many times. “No, I don’t.” I tell her. “My therapist says there’s a difference between rumination, thoughts and actual intent.” I further explain. This satisfies her. … Continue reading →