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Posted on November 12, 2017
Distant Origins - A Preface
Sarah's Mother,  Twenty Four Years Ago  *  * * The phone rings a lot these days, now that my uncle’s doctors have estimated t...
Posted on November 1, 2017
IWSG: Writing Horror
Let me start off by saying that I am not a huge horror genre fan. I don't read or normally write horror, and I never watch horror mov...
Posted on October 31, 2017
Promises
The sun setting at the horizon tells Nina it's time to go. A skinny tail of smoke rises from her cigarette as she takes the last, l...
Posted on October 23, 2017
The Service
Stardate : 663161 --- “Dig. Dig. Dig. It’s a temporary gig.”  Today is my first day on Nero-12.  A mist of dust twirls in the ai...
Posted on October 16, 2017
Dry Leaves
Dry leaves fall And flail in the wind, Settling on the ground As cooler air creeps in. Dry leaves flirt With squirrels in trees, Hang...
Posted on October 13, 2017
Ynes Looked
The black beans were cooking for some time when Ynes walked into the house. The black bean juice crackled dry on the pot's surface as...
Posted on May 5, 2017
Raindrops
The sounds of droplets against the window Call distant memories to mind. I'm thirty-six, staring past the window sill, Drink...
Posted on April 14, 2017
Soccer Coaching
Lots of non-writing things to celebrate these past few weeks. The biggest is being head coach to my son's soccer team. My Latino communi...
Posted on March 24, 2017
Spring Weather & Poetry
It's officially SPRING, and that means softball, soccer, trail running, and long walks in the park, and bike riding, and flowers bloom...
Posted on March 16, 2017
De Colores
The pain struck her abdomen, as it did every morning for the past five years, with unrelenting might. Olivia pressed her pillow down on her ...
Posted on March 1, 2017
IWSG - Writing, a Love-Hate Relationship
Time for a post for the IWSG blog hop, hosted by Alex Cavanaugh, where writers talk about their insecurities in writing, publishing, and o...
Posted on February 14, 2017
Zulema's Bright Future
When decades of Armageddon passed, mankind was left to its wits. Tornadoes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, and earthquakes left survivo...

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