The Ghosts of Summer: Part Two

Before reading below, make sure you've read Part One! Link here: The Ghosts of Summer: Part One   The black widow’s eight legs are sharp and shiny like daggers. Clearly, she’s sharpened them. In my left hand is the hose, still running---the water splashing heavily in the mud around my feet. Like yesterday, I look around... Continue Reading →

Little Foot’s Little Books

We are nearing the end of the usual soaked, Texas spring. Soon, the clay will crackle in devastating dehydration and the treetops and rosebushes will be broiled. I give it another month until we’re begging for relief from the heat. I sat on the floor in the living room sipping my coffee, watching Little Foot... Continue Reading →

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