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

Bodo Hastens the Work

‘Her hair is spindly as threads of dark ocean waves,’ Bodo told the new servant, who grunted, nodded, and dug … 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

A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More

Pooka sits on my chest as if she were a mother hen. I think she thinks, My girl is warm. … 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

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

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