Sister Augustine could still hear Father Woodworth's homily in her ears as she walked steadily along the cloister towards the refectory after Mass. It had been better than his usual half-hour long . . . more

After a certain age there is nothing we feel the need to prove. We are who we are... that is until we go home for the holidays.  As we bring our improved selves to family gatherings, some of us still . . . more

The town was like any other, Full of people you didn’t know And didn’t want to know, at least Not too well, and the hotel clerk Gave you the usual talk, his eyes Moving up and down . . . more

Martha McGuire’s fixation For crucifixes was such that She kept a small one inside The pocket of her blouse, Tucked up close to her breast, So that when O’Brien pulled Her roughly . . . more

Magdalene Murphy carved Her initials and those of Another, into the bark of an Oak tree, with the penknife She stole from her father’s Toolbox in the shed. He’d Not missed it, least . . . more

Murphy (unused to it as he was) Put the rifle to his shoulder and His eye along the sight. When Your man comes into view pull The trigger, said the Mister, (Murphy’d already forgotten His . . . more

Put the pint down there, Granddaddy said, indicating With a nod of his head, Dispersing ash from his Old pipe that filtered down Onto his off-white vest. Don’t you be spilling it Now, . . . more

Horsham library. Modern, new and spacious. And Tessa Underbridge bespectacled for reading purposes, walks down the fiction section with her boyfriend, Julian following behind. She stoops forward and . . . more

If you have my heart, Then bruise it not. Rather if it please, Hold to your breast And sense its gentle pulse Or if pleases more, Against your cheek, And feel the sad echo Vibrate along . . . more