“In my mind’s eye, I always saw a naked Pat, leaning forward over the end of her father’s bed, her big breasts hanging heavily below her. The burly, powerful Jack, his face dark and expressionless, would be viciously bearing down on her with full force, strapping her with his belt over and over again."
“On the horizon, a plume of dust builds, approaches,
gathers around like a shroud.
Do I need a ride?
Am I sure?
“I also have an overwriting problem, and you can’t afford to do that in poetry."
"In the Distance" - Julie Hamilton, oil on canvas, 36" x 48"