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 beagle slept at the bottom of the bed, on top of the little girl’s covered feet. She was warm … More

The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More

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

There is a bubble on my fiancée’s eyeball. Probably only a millimeter or two in width. It is clear. Looks … More

The troll was abandoned by his mother. It was standard practice. It was part of troll culture, of growing up. Under a bridge, she … 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