Hey, you.
Someone has balled the clouds and thrown them into one corner of the sky—the clouds getting together up there, and moving this way.
Someone has sharpened the trees and jammed ...
“What do you do when your world shrinks? I go to the river.” Today’s #FlashFriday piece is “Hope Pier is a Real Place” by Tavia Allan. ...
“When you are with people the first drink of the day needs to be blessed.” Today’s #FlashFriday piece is “When You Are with People” by Colin Gee. ...
On my doorstep a package. On the package no name but I’m pretty sure it’s from my mom even though she died 10 years ago today. ...
We swung in the wooden swing, creaking back and forth, or rocked in paint-pealing chairs while she and my parents talked of weather, war, politics, or relatives. ...
Only after the tanks had rolled into the capital, and the intractable president had been hanged, did the officers of the occupying force relax enough to enjoy the spring sun ...
Without our secrets, we did not have a body. Without our secrets, we did not need a body.
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Rimac. Fish, 1000–1476. Cotton, slit tapestry weave with eccentric wefts.Collection of the Art Institute of Chicago; Kate S. Buckingham Endowment.
You fail to see it coming. It’s always zombie humans ...
Photo by Dave Winer
a set somewhere hidden in Hollywood
kept out of sight not because the filming was a flop no because it worked out only too well and has somehow ...
On finding oneself
About ...
