Carol Moran

On a cold morning it’s  hard to move when a warm cat sits on my lap. Tired of the open window and business of monitoring birds returning fro...

  We floated on rafts, drinking beers at our apartment complex pool; quiet, no one around- the few friends still in town during summer break...

The wife brought home one, then two and finally a third dog- big ones- to live in the lanais on the washable rug  amongst a few sticks of fu...

  Ash built up on the end of the cigarette  in what seemed to be  an engineering marvel- how did it not fall off? It grew untethered yet att...

The cold that steals a path still into my house on the exposed corner  of the street it sits on isn’t aware of the date, instead pushes thro...

Dark fell quick and a dead of winter wind found a pitch and blow that screamed as it squeezed into small cracks in newish combination window...

The clock turned back and I caught a glimpse   of the photo that sits on the table next to the bed. Forty forever years ago I recognize myse...