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

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

The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More

The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More

Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … More

On an old hill. In an old manor. In its old parlor. Sitting on an old chair. Miss Meesha, a woman widowed, wrinkled, and … More