Quiet Hours
Hating one another in an abandoned hotel.
We arrived from the east on a spring night and stayed in a cold shotgun with electricity running from the neighbor's place. Meech himself told us abo...
Wed May 28 2025 // 2092 words // fiction
Surveyors
Mapping a disappearing swamp.
The flotilla entered the basin during a great marsh fire, their rafts festooned with flags, a live band, a small driftwood theater assembled haphazard...
Sat Sep 30 2023 // 2340 words // fiction