an encounter
Flash Fiction

An Encounter

They entered the isle of pasta from different sides. He recognized her – it had been almost a year since she left the company where he was her manager. […]

A spring afternoon
My Writing

A Spring Afternoon

I hang my hand-washed white sweater
on the clothesline, give it
a final wring on hem, and
let drops of lavender-scented water
drip from my fingertips. […]

My Writing

Snow

The city shrinks into a rectangle view 
from the window of the skyscraper
snowflakes cascading down along
with the fast falling dusk
swells of impeccable white
whip everything in chill […]