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

Mom at the Apple Tree

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

Two men sit on opposite sides of a table. “Grace. Do you possess grace, young man?” “I may.” “Do you … More

I lost my girlfriend in the apartment. It’s not a big apartment by any means. But, I lost her. “Meesha?” … More

Nonna gets dropped off at Kappy’s. She wants to get tipsy this evening. Not black-out-drunk. Just something to get through … More

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