Recently one of the cardinals in my back yard performed a unique variation on his usual song. I was fortunate enough to be outside at the time, tying basil plants for drying. As I stood listening to his melody I recollected an experience I had had many years ago while traveling south on the Oregon coast highway.
Month: March 2012
Can You Help My Daughter? by Surbhi Thukral
?It is Michael,? she screamed in terror.
?Can you help my daughter?? Mrs. Gray asked desperately.
Michelle froze at the sight of Dr.Nelson. She gave a feeble cry as he took a sample of her blood.
I Sit, and Watch by Owain G Evans
All I do is sit, and watch. Watch for the light, that?s what I?m told. So I watch.
It Never Ends by Frank Joussen
?It Never Ends by Frank Joussen A single red rose in the middle. It?s a nice enough grave. Well, if you like this mixture of dentimeter and clyclamen. But her flowers had already withered. And I planted my red, red rose smack in the middle. It was worth it all. Running away from the old…
Blue China by Jason Ehlen
I haven?t seen the sun for weeks. Months really. Maybe one day last month. And everybody talked about how beautiful the blue sky was.
Amazed at the sight of the sun. Really?
Guapo by N. Fabal
Guapo by N. Fabal Name?s Guapo, I run the streets around here. From the Sedanos on Palm to the Red White and Blue thrift, from Mango Hill to Milander, from Westland Mall to ?ooo Que Barato!, that?s right I run this shit. The Fat Man, he?s got a different name for me, he calls me…