There was a crag and a moment… …but now there is only awareness of damp, worm-bored earth, and soft forms winding around me, clearing paths for my arms, fingers, and legs. There was a moment and a gasp… …and then a scent… …of my mother’s ivory soap, and I regret hating her for being odd. … More Evolution
I found a moth on my kitchen window, climbing up the screen. It was a large moth, close to an inch, I think— I didn’t measure, and it seemed confused by endless mesh beneath its legs, its feet— fragile, if moths have them, I didn’t check— and morning’s heat, the lack of exits, how it … More Things Immaterial
I spend most of every Sunday with crossword puzzles. Our local paper has three of them, with different levels of difficulty. After solving the Jumble and Sudoku, which I consider a warm-ups for my brain, I tackle the mid-level crossword, because it’s the shortest, then move on to the difficult one. By day’s end, I’ve … More Fetish
