He could see it all happen. She might live if she did not fight, but he had taught her to fight didn't he, and that sealed her death. How many times has he lived this story, how many deaths must…

Sarah saw Hans the next day. They met doing mundane wedding tasks. Although the world was in a rush and they were needed, Sarah and Hans slipped away. They walked to the Weser River and the docks around Bremerhaven, and…

he never knew what she was going to say. Each word was a step into uncharted territory. She was a puzzle, and each word a prize.

In the beginning, a double-helix clicks in utero. In time, cells grow, differentiate between body constrained and mind limitless. Fed always by things not its own, and to shed cell death with things not needed. A new weight and form,…

It’s all a dance though….isn’t it? We don’t sit absolutely still in this human life….there is movement, large, small, gigantic and microscopic…movement is ever present…it’s part of change…in fact, it IS change…the very motor of it. So the movement can…

If ever there was a poem for all eternity, that poem is the human body. Our bodies -each and every one- are complete and mystifying universes, discreet and endlessly perfect, in a manner that presents us with a totally unsolvable…

Her body was a broken poem, the unscarred part of their her body, polished and proud, her cheekbone rising to support her real eyes, not broken where a mechanical eye sat in a metal cage. She like to cover metal…

Say Your Life Broke In the Blue House, Sarah and Agatha would play a game: Say Your Life Broke. What would you do if the worst thing happened to you? Sarah said her worst thing was her dress was torn…

Her native Bremerhaven rolled flat. Here in Pennsylvania, she was surrounded by mountains. Not craggily mountains, like the Alps, but rolling mountains, that gently sloped toward one another. In the middle of the valley created by the mountains rolled the…

Everything he believed was shattered. It was as if he believed his world were enclosed by brick, and then his perspective changed and each brick was paper thin. Now nothing enclosed him. The walls had been torn apart, shredded by…

Isak Denisen had a farm in Africa. And Peter and I now have a house in Michigan. So…..since I’ve always felt like a city girl, tearing through the decades in major hubs like Manhattan, San Francisco, Chicago, and other places…

Cathexis. it's something like love. Her daddy hit her mother. But he told her he loved her. Love as a feeling, a sticky yearning attachment to you don't leave me, and i don't leave you. A feeling of desperation and…