August 2, 2013

The Experiment

At the end of the sky sat a wagon train of clouds, settling in for night. Myself, I shivered by a meager fire underneath, flames spitting […]
August 28, 2012

Blades of Grass

I’m sorry to say, Mr. Whitman dear, I’ve cut your blades of grass: Not lingered with them in a camp by starlight and the sin of […]