‘Oh, I’m at home in these woods,’ she sang, twirling through the last leaf greens, the new yellows, the old … More
Tag: short
Spine Call
Rrrrrriiiiiiiinnnngggg. Rrrrrriiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggg. ‘Hello.’ ‘Roland, hi, it’s me.’ Breathing. Breathing. ‘What’s wrong? You sound out of breath.’ ‘What’s wrong? I’ll tell … More
You Smell of Smoke
It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to … More
Tart Apples
A moon swayed lightly in the sky. The slug slimed its way up and over the steps until it reached a … More
Rotting Fruit
‘Crawl in,’ coaxed the cat, who smelled of rotting fruit and mildew. His sharp mouth sat agape. The sparrow, who … More
The Phones
The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More
The Day Moon Before Allhallowtide
The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … 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
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
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