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
Coyote Spirits Got the Moonshine … Again
I stumbled out of the sleeping porch, rubbing my eyes. Granny spoke before I could even say good
The Stories of Harpies and Humanity
Thirty miles outside of Crescent City, we ran out of gas. The van had been sputtering for the
Junkett Hauser
The old man kept a jeweled caterpillar in his shirt pocket and only took it out for frail