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

Gala on the Grimcoast

I watch Abe under the eaves of night. We’re outside, on the balcony of an opulent estate, just beyond the … 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

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

Your life is meaningless. Lucky numbers: 89, 9, 20, 19 So reads the fortune within your after-dinner cookie. You … More