Recently, a small vignette of mine was selected to be shared by CaféLit, a site that pairs stories with beverages. As such, I am not
Tag: autumn
The Philanthropist
He began the fall in wealth, His arms hanging heavy with green, new-money Made in spring. It was the cash that grows on trees: Easily
Autumn’s Daughter
I am this season’s child though I am dressed as spring: The burning gold of fall is hid beneath the
