Category archive: Patricia Crisafulli
An Imperfect Jewel
Apple Butter
Original Fiction by
Patricia Crisafulli
What mattered now was using those jars one more time, to send them off full instead of thrown away empty.
Stones
Original fiction by
Patricia Crisafulli
Everything he’d loved he had to sacrifice until he had nothing but stones.
Wild Honey
“You ever watch bees? One goes out, finds nectar, and starts buzzing. Pretty soon the air is full of them. People ain’t any different.”
Original Fiction by
Patricia Crisafulli
The ‘Firsts’ of Spring
Tricia’s Blog
T his is the season of firsts, eagerly and duly recorded: first robin, first daffodil, first leaf buds, first day above sixty and then seventy degrees. In the northern part of the U.S. where I live, such firsts are savored as incontrovertible evidence, more telling than the date on the calendar, that winter has finally lost the tug of war and spring is winning the battle.
Lazarus
Buddy told Father Simpson the whole story in one breath… “We want you to resurrect him.”
Fiction by
Patricia Crisafulli
Deep Water
Fiction by
Patricia Crisafulli
Sylvia was the first to arrive, twenty-two minutes before the class was scheduled to begin. Scanning the six long tables arranged in a rectangle, she decided to take a seat in the middle along the far wall, her back to the windows overlooking the parking lot. The flyer carried in her purse calmed the buzz of fearful embarrassment that she might have arrived on the wrong day or at the wrong time.
One Way
In my search for existential truth, I would have settled for some directions.
Essay by
Patricia Crisafulli
Delwyn’s Feather
Holiday fiction by
Patricia Crisafulli
S now sugared the lawn and whitened the balsam wreathes at the twin bay windows flanking the front door painted red as holly berries. Lacy flakes drifted to earth, one tethering itself to the sleeve of the old black wool jacket that Delwyn Edward Morgan wore.
