by Marguerite | Apr 18, 2018 | Blog
Laundry Day Laurie slams the iron down on the crumpled collar, promising herself to iron at least three more items of clothing before the baby wakes up. What if Lisa leaves her husband and takes the bus to New York….. Her mind drifts off until the scent of scorched...
by Marguerite | Apr 9, 2018 | flash fiction
“The Days of Wine and Roses” Honey stares at her face in the cracked mirror as she shakily applies a layer of foundation to the sprawling purple patch below her left eye. Who the hell is this? She thinks. “What HAPPENED last night?” she shouts to Matt, a mound of bed...
by Marguerite | Apr 6, 2018 | Blog
No Tears Father always said: “There’s nothing to be concerned about.” When I fell off my bike and scraped my knee: “Nothing to be concerned about. It will heal.” When I drove my car into the back of a dump truck: “Nothing to be concerned about. We won’t tell Mom.”...
by Marguerite | Apr 2, 2018 | Poem
Beauty and The Beast A FABLE Elinor bends her wobbly knees and leans her long sinuous neck over the water hole, languidly studying her reflected image, oblivious to the rustling grass behind her. Large soulful eyes and fluttering eyelashes topped by a two-pronged...
