🚀 A Place That Meant Very Little 🌌

It was a warm winter here; the green grasses and red cliffs poured across the land to the sun in … More

The Woolly Worm: A Very True and Real Story

‘Oh, I’m at home in these woods,’ she sang, twirling through the last leaf greens, the new yellows, the old … More

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

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

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

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