A. M. HegarUnlit Hours: Personal thoughts on insomniaSomething must be said for sleepless nights. For the seemingly endless, dark, angst-filled hours stretching out like satin meant for a…Oct 1Oct 1
A. M. HegarKnocking from aboveThe earsplitting cacophony in the heavens above was expected — the weather forecast had called for afternoon thunderstorms. The blackout…Nov 11, 2023Nov 11, 2023
A. M. HegarCabin LightsWhile Lorena turned off the living room lights, her boyfriend Jevin found the horror movie for the night’s entertainment. The decision to…Oct 31, 2023Oct 31, 2023
A. M. HegarBraids and BarnsAs the first silver daggers of moonlight began to pierce the mud-black night from behind the clouds, a light breeze began to pick up from…Jul 31, 2023Jul 31, 2023
A. M. HegarOn the RocksIn days gone by when the warm and often murky waters of the Macal River would envelop the occasional islet in its slow meander to join the…Sep 8, 2021Sep 8, 2021
A. M. HegarSomeone’s at the DoorOn an unseasonably cool and windy late evening, the mango blossoms twirled in the chill of the north wind that would inevitably lead to…Aug 1, 2021Aug 1, 2021
A. M. HegarMs. Parker Pays a VisitDear Aunt Annie lived in the same yard as my cousins in a wooden house adjacent to theirs. As is typical of the Caribbean, and the demands…Jun 21, 2021Jun 21, 2021