The Empty Niche
a flash fiction travel tale for lonely hearts with low budgets The statue had been missing a long time....
a flash fiction travel tale for lonely hearts with low budgets The statue had been missing a long time....
For you, I need no eyes. I let them close to feel the dear surprise of your touch on my...
with thanks for Mary OIiver’s poem, Honey Locust What Oliver said of the bee: “crazy with gratitude, happy as a...
And when the air has sailed back out, breath suspends. And rests, invisible as a new moon. How I...