Waves crash into ancient timbers A creak is heard for miles The vessel lurches on— A crest rises in the distance Towering over the horizon Making the ship A toy in a child’s bath As the ship climbs the wave Water flows against Twisting the wood like a pretzel Beams...
Wake up with the kids. Get them ready for school or the sitter. Work. Pick them up. Play, cook dinner, bathe them, get them to bed. By the time the house is quiet, there isn’t much left for this space. That’s why it’s been silent lately. I’m editing a longer...
Flash Prompt: “You receive a package with no return address. Inside is an object you recognize from your childhood — but it’s impossible for it to exist anymore.” A package lies on the doorstep, getting damp from the rain. Reaching out to save the box from its soggy doom, a...