The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More
Tag: fear
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
Face to Carve
A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More
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