Monthly Archives: August 2017


I went three days without speaking. In the Cimitero dei Cappuccini, the desiccated lips of four thousand friars curl in laughter. “Amateur,” wag tongues long since crumbled to dust. “You don’t know what it means to be silent.” It’s true … Continue reading

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Softball Follies

It happened in an instant, but the pain has lasted for months. I watched as it went down, the yellow ball flung toward the plate. Her arm reached out and caught the ball but then the collision. She went down … Continue reading

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