Leka

For my mother. The girl was born Leka. It is the name that comes back to her most often, dipped in the honey of her grandmother’s voice. The name had been taken from her. Scraped away by miles of gravel and track, sweat out by Georgia summers. She feels like that about most everything from...

What Can We Enjoy?

Like most other folks, I read the news. In fact, I consider it my responsibility to read the news because not being informed or paying attention is not an option for many of those directly affected by what is going on in our world. So, I must pay attention and be informed so that I...

Short Story 1

I woke to a room in shades of pinks, whites, and golds. I tried to recall where I had been before, only to find the memories pooling and dripping through my mental grasp, splashing into a dark pool of void. The brightness made me blink, my eyes straining to adjust. I checked my limbs, flexing...

The Somewhere Else

I’ve always been a fan of escapism. And, as someone with ADD, I am always infinitely more interested in the Somewhere Else. The Somewhere Else is the place I imagine where I have the unlimited potential to accomplish the most amazing things. It is the place where I never have to worry about hating my...