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 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

There is a bubble on my fiancée’s eyeball. Probably only a millimeter or two in width. It is clear. Looks … More

On an old hill. In an old manor. In its old parlor. Sitting on an old chair. Miss Meesha, a woman widowed, wrinkled, and … More

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

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