BTT #75: Little Window

Little Window . When I was quite young, I would often lie awake in the top bunk in the basement room I shared with my brother.  Sometimes I would switch my pillow down to the where the foot of the bed came up against a window that looked out at ground level into the fields …

BTT #45: Changeling

Changeling Once, up on a shelf in my sister’s room on a slender stand of silver there was a round and shining mirror. With my sister gone to school and my mother napping in an empty afternoon, I quietly entered the brightness of the room.  The white canopied bed with rose covers curved and billowed …

BTT #34: On the Corner of Catshole Lane

  On the Corner of Catshole Lane Part One:  Standing in the dampened grayness of the day, her umbrella of flattened yellow does little to impede the surrounding breaths of misted rain.  While waiting for the light to change, a question uncoils about the strangeness of the street name and ancient purpose of this place.  …