Love of the Woods
With the sound of fabric tearing and skin scraping against branches, Alice Hawthorn bolted through the back- woods of Bespoke, West...
“I want to be her when I grow up”
Someone turns the lights off. Another pair of people lower the blinds. For a moment, the class is only lit by the hall lights before the...
Lemon
At first, there was a field wide open as the plateau of a bowl with grand green mountains for walls. The sky was cloudless and...
When Easton Carried Me Home
When our mothers would release us for the hour (or for myself, the weekend), we would climb outside the win- dows of his beat-up...
Four miles north of Winnifred
It’s past three o fuckin clock. Usually don’t have problems with intruders, always around this time though if I do. Hal- loween rearing...
An Uncommon Haiku
I want nothing more Than to experience this life Free, and loved, and grand.
Headlong
when the commuter rail goes by, running for its life, screaming in its mechanic way, i stand at the edge of the platform, let it pull my...
Meditations
There is a special sense of something–– Of bees bumbling in primrose promises Above Earth and warm grassy curls Where leaves unfurl and...
Church
reflections of dusk on white coated lawns a snowy hilltop church illuminated by the moon and deep blue sky a single street lamp a lone...
The Book of
1 The arthropods are a class of related invertebrates, 2 Here is a diagram of what the human heart looks like under the lens of love 3...








