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

‘Crawl in,’ coaxed the cat, who smelled of rotting fruit and mildew. His sharp mouth sat agape. The sparrow, who … More

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

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