Honest Stories

  The official plan, as carefully explained to all parental units, had called for Amy and Libby to share a motel room. The guys would stay with Mark’s roommate who was supposed to be in summer school. In reality, Mark’s roommate had just flunked out. And no one questioned that Bob and Libby would have the motel room to themselves.Once they were dropped off, Mark and Amy headed for the shelter of Howard Ingram’s new place....

Some days I am the poet drawing pictures of moments with words poured out like spoonfuls of falling light. The written phrases may, or may not, be diluted by those that follow. My terrified heart often tries to press darkness into the light, to repaint the revelations and disguise them. Some days I am the poem, flowing out of a spring of crass beauty. In this stream I am revealed, exposed, stripped naked. It flows quickly...