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

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

The moon hung, silently. Somewhere far, a clock ticked past two. The forest slept. Well. Mostly. Around a small, dying … More