My many thanks to the editors at Wild Roof Journal for including my essay Fortson in their May issue. The essay is about an after-school visit of the mill ruins near our home. We seem to visit this spot at least a few times a week but that day was especially memorable. Enjoy the many…
Category: essays
Let Me Confess
I heard the buzzing like a crying child or a siren in the night. A wail or a scream. Except it was a house fly and I was brushing my teeth. But I knew it was the sound of struggle. The sound of a fly battling a spider. Have you heard it? The distress call…