I watch Abe under the eaves of night. We’re outside, on the balcony of an opulent estate, just beyond the … More
Tag: creative writing
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
The Orange Bulb and Mama
The dog slept at the bottom of the bed, on top of the little girl’s covered feet. She was warm … More
The Phones
The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More
The Day Moon Before Allhallowtide
The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More
The Farmer, the Skeleton
The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More
