“You were born during the summer of locusts,” Cole’s mother would explain when he asked why he was different, why he was the way he was. But it never made sense. He had no long, beefy hopper legs. No antennae.… Continue Reading
The weaverwoman clips bat wings in the forest every night. I’ve heard but never seenmyself until now, how she breaks their bones. Bat skins twirl like kites in the moon’s glow. “Leave the poor thing alone, dear.” I say. The… Continue Reading
Hey girl! We haven’t talked in forever, how have you been? Just hosted a makeover party for your Aunt Trisha. Wish you could’ve been there so we could catch up! Everyone had such a nice time. Really fixed the vibes… Continue Reading
The drizzly rain hung in the air like a fine mist, dampening the already wet muddy ground. McArthur stood in the field in his mud splattered boots and weatherproof outer layers, inspecting his crops. He reached out and touched the… Continue Reading
Late to work, scrambling school runs, an urgent dentist appointment — every red light seems to burn longer than the last. But now, approaching a destination I don’t want to reach, the streets glow green. I miss the turning twice,… Continue Reading
There’s a strange man who waves by the window. I wave back even though I don’t know who he is. He smiles at me and walks on, his shoulders slouched, the briefcase in his hand swinging back and forth like… Continue Reading
I was blessed to cross paths with Magus Bender a few decades ago. We sat in the lounge with four others. His fingers trembled as he showed his cards. Looking at the stooped magus and his gilded monocle, I felt… Continue Reading
Notes 4/12Patient had three sips of Ginger Ale and 3oz bone broth. Tried to eat powdered donut but couldn’t chew. An alert sounds on my phone and the update shows in real time. Your birthday was just last… Continue Reading
“Just a minute!” I holler, wincing as I push my hands on my bed to leverage myself up. When the doorbell rings again, I repeat: “Just a minute!” Apparently, whomever it is can’t hear me, because knock, knock, knocking commences.… Continue Reading
LTK: Did anybody lose a rooster? He was smack in the middle of our half-acre backyard at daybreak yesterday, crowing again and again in the classic manner. We are not early risers. From the web, he could be a Rhode… Continue Reading