Isn’t it interesting,
Full of secrets…
Can’t you hear them
Daddy Called Me Coley Macaroni: A five year old’s retelling
Where are we — I forget. What time is it — dark. Listen to mama…
The Hanging Chair
Three hundred ninety eight, three hundred ninety nine, four hundred, finally! On the brown carpet floor in my bedroom, I sat with a broken…
Why have you brought me here? It was written clearly all over his beautiful face.
They were all standing in a straight line, about ten people, each with a partner standing behind them. I could not see who…
Once I told you that you were all of the colors at once, in full brightness — maybe I was lying.Maybe you are more than…