The unexpected humidity of a late April night curled the wisps of hair on my damp, exposed neck. The stillness of the air lay as heavily as a predator patiently waiting, the stars shining like sharp white teeth in the moonlight. Continue reading Hunting
The moon hung low in the sky not quite half in size and glowing like a neon sign for wayward astronauts. A big pine tree backlit by a street light raised its spikey boughs beneath as though stretching to brush electric confetti from the crescent surface. The dog and I meander down the street, he sniffing for the perfect place to pee, toenails clicking like ghosts tapping on a window and I thinking about you and me under the same moon on the same planet but, really, more than worlds apart. Continue reading Worlds Apart
