The sweat was a river slipping down Alya’s back. It ran into the waistband of her pants, which was a dam over-run. The excess flowed down to the, as embarrassing as it was to say, crack in her butt. She paused in her work and shifted from foot to foot. “It’s hotter than hell out … Continue reading Heat
Why did I get that close to a bug for a picture? I was born with the far-out! factor. Buggy creepiness is overridden by the far out! factor. You can’t be a biologist without it, and yes I am a biologist. The Hey, that's weird... response is vital as well. The weird... response without the … Continue reading Fish Flies and Fulmar Chicks
The sky is grey, the ground is white. Juncos here and Juncos there. Hop Juncos, hop! Call to your friends, and all peep, peep, peep! A cat prowls through the snow. Less by one, fly to the bush now. Hide Juncos, hide! Pluck those berries, all day long. Eat Juncos, eat! The sky darkens now. … Continue reading Little Bird
Outside, the snow is up to my knees. Inside, the fire warms our single room. The table in the center of the room has a bowl of old apples and I wish I could give my family more. I hold my fiddle and my bow and watch them. “Next request?” “You know papa!” “The Apple … Continue reading What Else?
I drag a match across the sole of my boot and light a cigarette. Two men tumble out of the saloon and one bumps into me and says, “Show a little respect, Beanpole!” “Hard to get out of the way of all of you.” “You sayin’ I’m fat?” “Nope.” “You just said—” “Nope. You said.” … Continue reading Draw!