Interdimensional Losers
On Sunday he comes to your door with a dead bat and marigolds in an old violin case. You groan inwardly (hasn’t he found a place
A Bit of Neural Interference in the Collective Unconsciousness
On a windy autumn night of my childhood, I dreamed that a tall young man opened a door in a tree for me. A dim blue
Oasis of Life
At the corner of 17th Avenue and Broadway, a young man built an oasis into his condominium. The
An Abandoned Changeling
[This is a sad story, and I wish it wasn’t true.]
In Iowa, the fairies came out in spring,
Refuge
Mountain leaves and palindromes; the girl could not create one from the other. “I give up,” she said,