There is no trinket box large enough to house conflicted memories. It could be months before smiles surface, until happiness is invited to dine. You tolerate worms in me as if they inhabit skin. They will never die while you feed their...

My cross of tales behind the fabulous curtain - Dylan Thomas, To-Day, This Insect Liquor drove him into oncoming traffic one cardboard night, late October. I imagined him curled neatly on the passenger seat like a kitten on a windowsill—...

My thoughts this week have been tagged by Feisty Female, the constantly curious and lovely, Beverley Merriman. Word for the week in my head: Money... the lack of it, the need for it, the love of it, the hope for it, the stress of it, the pursuit of...

It was with some surprise and lots of pleasure that I recently received the Arte Y Pico Award from Storied Mind, which is a blog founded on the belief that writing stories is a useful means for overcoming depression and coming to terms with related...