The Sorrow of the Christmas Tree

All dressed in her best baubles and bells, the Christmas tree rowed out onto the still, black lake. She dipped … More

Spine Call

Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell … More

When in August the First We Be

The cycle came back around, started over, and as with magical things, August returned with the wind. A warm wind, … More

We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon

In a part of the world where you’ve never been, a meadow glows. With tulips and carnations and lilies and … More

Ears Go Deaf, Scarecrow Goes Stuffed

My left ear was clogged. A pressure inside that was uncomfortable, but not debilitating. I had become almost entirely deaf … More

A Stream of Consciousness about Brussels and Being Home

What this guy sees is smoke and he hears noise like screaming. He’s on the ground, he’s at an airport, … More

Nightingale

A man wakes up lost. Around him, trees—tall as mountains—they block out the sky. The man forgets if there ever … More

Gala on the Grimcoast

I watch Abe under the eaves of night. We’re outside, on the balcony of an opulent estate, just beyond the … More

Winter Wind and the Hay Man

The farmer plodded through the rooms of his home. The sun not fully showing yet, the world outside was washed … More

The Baby Apollonia

Christmas Eve on the bridge, and a star in the north, blazing behind the fog. God looked down into the … More