When in August the First We Be

The cycle came back around, started over, and as with magical things, August returned with the wind. A warm wind, … More

We Can Grow Squash Here, Jon

In a part of the world where you’ve never been, a meadow glows. With tulips and carnations and lilies and … More

My left ear was clogged. A pressure inside that was uncomfortable, but not debilitating. I had become almost entirely deaf … More

You can’t will yourself to die. You just can’t. I’ve been trying. Believe me. Sixty years now I’ve been holding … More

A man wakes up lost. Around him, trees—tall as mountains—they block out the sky. The man forgets if there ever … More

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

The farmer plodded through the rooms of his home. The sun not fully showing yet, the world outside was washed … More

Christmas Eve on the bridge, and a star in the north, blazing behind the fog. God looked down into the … More

The dog slept at the bottom of the bed, on top of the little girl’s covered feet. She was warm … More

The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More