The Other Sense

Lies. She turned away. Eyes closed, she closed her mind. Too late. Too late for denials when intuition hears tension where it shouldn’t be. Lies. Clearer than the space between Continue Reading →

The Self-Made Prison

Photo: CA Hawthorne

It’s difficult to believe, looking back through the haze that’s intervening years, that once I resided in a prison built as protection stone by stone by my own hand. I Continue Reading →