Woodshedding
by Hettie Jones . . . my wolf . . . at the foot of the bed / in the dark all night
Fingers Pull Triggers
by Hettie Jones Think about it: someone shoots your buddy dead — so you grab your gun and the blast you send strikes the heart of the matter —
Wearing the Sweater for Marilyn Colvin
by Hettie Jones As you advised, I am wearing the sweater I won’t be wearing after I’m dead I’m wearing it while I still have choices to leave