Newsflash

Farmers Say Their Chicks Were Abducted by Bald Eagles! Farmers Josh and Jane Hill of Keep It Simple Farms say that now their chickens are back they don’t need cats. May 14th 2017, a pair of bald eagles abducted Silky and Bo, their young hen and rooster! Turns out the bald eagles had lost their...

Fiction

There are witches who live- In the woods Also crossing busy streets, They weave their way Between city and field- Both good and bad Like that one on the black bridge, Our grandmothers and aunties warned us, She sucks blood and eats young children Grabbing girls with jagged claws Nailing boys with curved toes Pulling...

Paper Boy

The paper boy hums merrily as he tosses rolled up tubes bearing the news casually, with a slight flick to his wrist, toward doors. He doesn’t notice the broken window at 11-B, simply throws the newspaper barely breaking stride and goes on, doing his job. And so, he doesn’t know, inside the house is an...

Slow Mo

Clad in faded jeans and a checkered flannel, where green and blue travelled in straight lines, his paisley cravat was an odd sight with its curled wisps of purple; reminiscent of years of yore when gentlemen sported ebony canes and shiny black top-hats that they tipped up slightly in greeting before settling down to sip...

Plotting

He wondered what to grow in the small plot he’d turned over.  It was a pleasant sight, clods of dirt mounded up in tidy squares; he watched worms wriggling as he gulped water, splashed his sweaty face.  The sun had long since burned away all dew, it was on fire. He knew, he would build...

Becoming

Blue Solar Eagle 8.16.19 Run children, run, From the shackles of tradition From the romance that hangs heavy as a weeping bride’s veil Beaded with diamonds and pearls A noose upon her head, a chain to pull her by her nose, Placed there by mothers and grandmothers All bound to a tradition that they know...

Grieving Woman

Red Crystal Earth GAP 1.10.19 On a gray boulder she sits. Round as the stones themselves, face weathered with crevices, in her creased robes of gray she blends in with the mound of boulders. “I am Grieving Woman,” she says, “I live in the gray zone, I blend in with shadows, where I carry your...

Old Face

12.27.16 Shedding Red Serpent Wavespell Once up on a mountain, in a place where fairies blew mist and fog over tree tops on balmy winter days when they wanted to come out unseen to dance and play, there lived Old Face. She looked out from a slope covered in honeysuckle and wild rose at the...

Fifth Night: Fleshing Bones

White Spectral Dog GAP 12.14.18 This is what I do when the winter spirit curls itself around Snow soaked boots, seeps under wet socks Settles into toes and climbs to give A frigid embrace, chilling me to the bone I hop aboard a boat hewn of frosty crystals with branches of pine and birch for...

Second Night: I Feel Words

Blue Galactic Hand 12.11.18 I trudge through piles of pink blue snow. Fresh flakes quickly fill the path I leave as they land, feather light. The path disappears under snowy mounds disturbed by my lumbering legs; they shift and slide, soft and deep, eating up my trail. There is a glow ahead, glimmering between the...