Miles to the North Pole
When my father left he took little with him. Some, but not all, of his clothes. A few books, a few CDs. His telescope. And the skillet we'd just…
Dust Triptych
1Somewhere behind the veil of dust, sun colors sky rusted metal. The faint light filtering through doesn’t help her see beyond a few steps. On these endless plains, the difference…
Sign of Dragons
Courtney gestures for me to follow her behind the castle parapet, shading her eyes to look to the sky. It’s been hinted the day could involve dragons. We watch dark…
