‘Oh, I’m at home in these woods,’ she sang, twirling through the last leaf greens, the new yellows, the old … More
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The Final Firs of Christmas
The last Christmas trees in the bin stood gazing around. They were barer by the day, dry as the Gobi, … More
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
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
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
My Fiancée & the Multiverse
There is a bubble on my fiancée’s eyeball. Probably only a millimeter or two in width. It is clear. Looks … More
Abandoned Troll
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
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