Recurrence

Sketchers pound erratically on uneven stairs that I take at top speed, flashing a jagged key, twisting an oval knob, heart racing past a pile of summer shoes. I bolt the door behind me and instantly remember a dream I had when my bedroom overlooked Broadway Street. I heard a creature snarling under the porch. […]

What Have I Lost?

I drove by my old house today, the house I lived in when I was six. It was tiny and grimy, just like I remembered. I only remember moments my mom took pictures of and maybe a bad dream, looking over at the bars of my brother’s crib, asking one of dad’s friends, I think […]