I am certain she cannot see my eye at the peephole, a wisp of cool breeze comes through
No sign, no invitation or explanation save this mown path through the tall grasses and brambles.
We stayed in a discount hotel room near the interstate, where we drank Biltmore wine and ate Mexican ground chocolate–curiously sandy-seeming–and visited Biltmore Estate.
Occasionally he brings up a pretty, showing its sparkle to me in the dead of night or while I drive my kids home from school.
My kids are doing their part to bring in the warm season, running and squealing with joy in their bare feet and smearing themselves and each other with mud-paint.
Announcing the electronic publication of Devolution, my first novella!