Lotta Du Charms relished the feel of canvas around her legs, leather and horseflesh between her thighs. Continue reading “Lotta at 22”
Month: March 2018
Decaf to Follow
In the sepulchral half-light, behind a fortress of tall paper stacks, the crackling tapping endures: Fast, slow, shuffle, sudden dry slap. Continue reading “Decaf to Follow”
Moonlit Balloons
High on the hill, strands of moon drift, catching on the branch-ends of the Prairie Honey Tree. Barren of leaves, she bows under the fullness of her particular progeny, Continue reading “Moonlit Balloons”
A Raven Speaks
“What did you see at the North Falls, Silas?” Sylvi looked into his dark eye.
He searched for words. His head teemed with questions and sensations. Few people gave him his due, mistaking him for his smaller-brained, raucous cousins. Continue reading “A Raven Speaks”
