Kai examined his spear to make sure it was sharp. He lined up his snorkel mask and fins. “I hope for a nice Mona tonight,”…
Month: May 2018
The line between gray winter and bright-eyed spring dims today adrift in the chill of feathery fair-weather clouds and the short, shrill songs of rain-soaked…
I stepped into a cove of time at the edge of a neighborhood where down the street an old lady sang the finale of her…