Aim for the Middle

…so after the last game of the tournament is played, I walk off the court and pick up the errant basketball that rests out of bounds underneath the towering hoop. As I approach the corner of the court, a sudden impulse takes my fancy. My palm spreads around the sphere… fingernails dig into the seams, … Continue reading Aim for the Middle


Last night, I dreamt of you… a wee little girl by the name of Andalusia. With your father`s sad dark eyes and your mother`s wide-drawn mouth–your hair, flaxen white and straight around the edges of your fair rosy-cheeked face–you trail after your older sisters in sing-song laughter and little-girl murmurings, as I sit beside the … Continue reading Andalusia