Death by Selfie

She stands with her back to the cliff edge camera poised arm’s length capturing the indigo sky and craggy canyon below.   She moves her head into the frame, poses just right eyes wide to disguise an intruding brow, daring smile to impress friends.   Tilting...

Forgive Your Vanity

Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that crushed it.—Mark Twain I awaken from my first full night of sleep in weeks. Lemony sun shines in the window, and when I stand I feel a hint of the life force that faded during my two-week illness. In my...