Rest in Peace, Carlita C. Canfield.

            Where did you go?  You’re in the ground, now, I suppose, but it doesn’t feel real.  How can you be dead? You were always so alive, so vital, like a flame, though you never burned me. I basked in your warmth, and I feel it still, though you are gone.             You didn’t want... Continue Reading →

Origin Story

M.J. Downing Ed came in from work, grabbed a cup of coffee and the paper, and sagged down on the sofa.  His small, brown-haired son played on the floor with quiet energy, doing something with his little trucks and cars, making them follow the circles in the rag rug.  Ed patted him on the head... Continue Reading →

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