He is on a yellow phone, a corded thing hanging on the wall, like from the set of Brady Bunch.

The sun grated across the hard-packed dirt, so low in the sky that even the pebbles threw shadows. The day was nearly done, the earth...

February 12, 2024 Greetings from ever after, Edgar shifted the bag of empties to his other shoulder and stepped further into the long...

October 23, 2023 Greetings from the birders, The house sat in a row of modest bungalows, nested on postage stamp lots, surrounded by...