Pulpit

Darkness. The brush of rough canvas against my cheeks. Hemp tightening around my neck. Do I have any last words? Ladies and Gentlemen, leering close. Thank you for your attendance…

Drowsy

once upon a nightin a far off land called SleepI fell—I tell you now the taleas best it be remembered'Twas a week of tossing and turning ‘fore that fateful eve…

Atmospheric Conditioning

She was the wizard’s candle, bright as a brand new dawn. Floating through the doorway, a breath of summer breeze—hers was the realm of magic woven into the tapestry of…