Face to Carve

A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path.…

Mom at the Apple Tree

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

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

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

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

Old Mouse stands atop a sand dune. The desert burns without flame. So dry, so so dry. Old Mouse tries…

Together. Her feet brushed on and through the sand. Figure like air. We walked along the beach. Didn’t hold each…

Two men sit on opposite sides of a table. “Grace. Do you possess grace, young man?” “I may.” “Do you…