Heat from your headstone soaked into my arms as I hugged it, as I had once held your thin shoulders. The mahogany granite hewn from the mountains of S...

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The Warmth of A Headstone

I am not a summer person, I am more of a fall through spring sort. The hours of light throw off my schedule, my phone chimes at 8:30 PM to remind me t...

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Midsummer Coffee and Pie

They hung in the back of my small closet, beautiful in their simplicity. Grasping a handful of the silky material, I remembered the feel of the draped...

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The Fabrics of Life and Death

I wiped rose scented frosting from my fingers and dug in my pocket for my phone. It was after 11 am already, wedding was at 2 pm and I had to rush hom...

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The Last Boutonniere

The last time we had coffee together was November of last year. Six months ago. I haven’t written much since then, I have even thought about shu...

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Way Overdue For Coffee