Knock, KnockHer words couldn’t escape her mouth. They didn’t linger in the air. It was as if they were receding back into her. “Who’s there?”Nov 14, 2020Nov 14, 2020
WhirlybirdIts headlights opened like two blue, beady eyes — anticipating the excitement of its first real meal.Oct 28, 2020Oct 28, 2020
Cigar CharlieThe office felt hermetically sealed — with smoke dancing around like a chorus of ballerinas pirouetting through the morning light.Oct 22, 2020Oct 22, 2020
FanfareThe roots of the trees cut through the soil and surrounding sidewalk like the toes of some colossal creature.Oct 17, 2016Oct 17, 2016
DescentI see a faint shape in the darkness. Its moving parts seem to have their own rhythm, yet they seem to belong together.Oct 17, 2016Oct 17, 2016