Needles and Pins (A Villanelle)

Needles and pins swirling in a transparent jar, A weighted bird looks wistful at blue skies; She yearns, and hasn’t traveled very far. A heart that beats its own drum is a heart with scars, In between the sighs, the planning and the tries: Needles and pins swirling in a transparent jar. Like a downyContinue reading “Needles and Pins (A Villanelle)”

Edna’s Ordinary Shift

The lights flickered on. Edna had never cared for the color purple, yet here it was, everywhere: splattered indelicately over every surface of the employee break room like a penitent party popper, draped purple doilies and purple pleather fighting with purple sponge in the sink containing dirty purple dishes. Edna sniffed, and flipped the switchContinue reading “Edna’s Ordinary Shift”