Imagine looking for your grandma and finding her floral caftan with matching pink furry slippers, the floral citrus smell of Channel #5 still hanging in…
Month: September 2018
A stampede kicks up funneled by corkscrew clouds a curse of cumulus The Thunder Master throws streaks across the plains ripping through pastures like gunpowder…
Nashoba was tracking deer along the Wichita River when a snake spooked his horse. Ordinarily he would not have lost his balance, but lately, he…
Imagine the crash. The conscious mind resurfacing, grasping, outrunning the clutches of Chlorpromazine. There’s a whining child sniveling only four steps from me. His t-shirt…