Five elegies (Elegy 1: the mother)

gone.   (looking at palm) the hand feels empty. madman. flashing: gray, black, white. a little girl in bathing suit, squirting water from the hose at the camera. gone.   why not some other mother’s baby?             she wonders: will the body ache for the loss of love like the ache after birth for the loss of…

The Wolf at His Door…

My third novel, The Wolf at His Door, is finally out. This marks a genre jump for me as I’ve moved to a M/M romance, werewolf, murder-mystery novel. Synopsis The wolf in his town… In the last two weeks, five innocent people have vanished, leaving investigators without a clue and families in turmoil. The wolf…