He was so mean, you needed a crowbar to open his wallet.
Annie always drags her up to dance. It’s been that way ever since Lee can remember.
The old road bridge rests, a sleeping elephant, spanning the gully where the trains come and go.
Strengthened and renovated with a hard-earned face-lift, shadows dance on her struts and spans in the late afternoon light. Iron pieces bolted into shape…
They don’t want to go to the party. Everything is raw, too raw to celebrate anything, but they make themselves go.
Pure Slush Volume 17, ISBN 9781925536232
Pure Slush Volume 13, ISBN 9781925536157