Jeannie NovakKnock, 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?”6 min read·Nov 14, 2020----
Jeannie NovakWhirlybirdIts headlights opened like two blue, beady eyes — anticipating the excitement of its first real meal.4 min read·Oct 28, 2020----
Jeannie NovakCigar CharlieThe office felt hermetically sealed — with smoke dancing around like a chorus of ballerinas pirouetting through the morning light.7 min read·Oct 22, 2020----
Jeannie NovakFanfareThe roots of the trees cut through the soil and surrounding sidewalk like the toes of some colossal creature.9 min read·Oct 17, 2016----
Jeannie NovakDescentI see a faint shape in the darkness. Its moving parts seem to have their own rhythm, yet they seem to belong together.4 min read·Oct 17, 2016----