The Woolly Worm: A Very True and Real Story

‘Oh, I’m at home in these woods,’ she sang, twirling through the last leaf greens, the new yellows, the old … More

Nightingale

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

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

The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More

The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More

A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More

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