Category: Fiction
Suffocating
Gehenna, West Virginia 1947 If that diamond ring turns brass, Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass. “Hush, Little Baby,” traditional American lullaby The mountain moved. Just a little. Just enough to cause the miners inside it to stop picking and shoveling. They waited. Mouths and eyes open wide. Seconds passed, minutes, then it moved…
Refugia
Ahimsa was so much better at this bedtime story thing than me. I was always looking for concrete answers, but she liked to keep questions open. She said that much of the brain’s wiring takes place after birth, so we had to make Robin’s wiring as expansive as possible while we could. The Earth will…
