My first post as a clinical psychologist was in a corrections center.

She lives alone, just up the street.

Mildred Barr, brushing the fly from her coffee, said, with a wrinkled nose…

Sword gleaming, dawn at first light…

Chloe’s Awesomely Amazing Blog!

Time has mottled it…

blades whirring, wind blowing, hands shaking…

Glance in those tinted windows and all you’ll spy is the reflection of a dirty cloud.

Anoush had learned to judge customers by the way they entered the restaurant.

Nakedly happy, freed from chiton and cuirass…

The hair kept growing.