Brooke L. Davis

Alana held her two-year-old niece’s hand as they stood on the beach at sunset. Alana’s family had finally gathered there after nearly...

Music had no effect as I watched the moth twist, struggle to free itself from the tangled sheer curtains as they wafted in the glow of...

Josef walked the orchard rows alone past the lemons, ripe as yellow suns, as the morning clouds hung low, exhausted from their rainy...

I am the tree in the black and white photo reaching, leaning, straining sideways in the desert toward an unseen source of water, love. I...

Madison knelt at the edge of the river and dipped her fingers into the icy water. She smiled; the river was not always this kind. She...

I am Blue Thunder galloping down the mountain. I am Hot Wind blowing the clouds dry before they can open. I am Lighting Thrower rumbling...

Carl sat on the cement bench outside the ancient administration office and enjoyed his roast beef sandwich. High above, in the nooks and...

Under the same moon birth, death, love, hate, right, wrong - life all stand before us. It is just mileage that separates the sameness of...

Marissa stood in the doorway of the nursery and gazed at the basinnet as late afternoon light filtered through the blinds. She and Tom...

I have chosen jobs as a hitchhiker travels, getting into whatever car stops, and riding until I am cast out to start thumbing again.

Katie clenched her jaw as she stared at her old house. Its windows smiled like broken teeth, and a plywood front door stood eerily ajar....

You are not your wounds. They puncture, bleed, scab and heal leaving you wiser. You are not your scars. They mark you permanently, making...

Marta sat in her car as the sun set. Her art opening tonight would be the ultimate in exposure. She clutched the tiny red lacquered...

At 20 below, ice forms long clear crystalline fingers that grip frigid eaves, knuckled talons of winter. Snow becomes pale grit light as...

The morning was still cool when Madison wandered into the souk. Copper lanterns, brass candlesticks, and stained glass lamps beckoned,...

Kaitlyn wore armor around her heart as a knight would into battle. It was invisible to all but the men she inevitably rejected. She had...

I am no man’s wife, the mother of no child. I live as a single candle burns, alone on the windowsill, a pinprick of light in a dark...

I wandered the streets of Marrakech amidst the din of bargaining and the smell of spices and roasting meat. When I came upon the ring...

In early winter, I walk the river’s edge as snow falls silent as a dove’s wing on the mountain. Scattered flakes whirl, lifted by the...

Mary struggled to open the old wooden trunk in the sweltering attic of her late grandmother’s house. When the lid finally popped open,...