The glare of your gold band

For seven years we were lovers. For seven years you shucked me from my skin, shook me loose and left me scrambling for the pieces. Everything I had ever learned receded in the glare of your gold band. I spent years riding my freedom with the curb of this bit. And as your sign flickeredContinue reading “The glare of your gold band”

The stones should not be too large (on writing about an affair)

The stones are not to be too small as death will not ensue; nor must they be too large as death may come too soon.” – Sharia Law I have made it no secret that I was once involved with a married man (hey if¬†Oprah and Barbara¬†can admit to it …) but I do howeverContinue reading “The stones should not be too large (on writing about an affair)”