God-weather
by Richard Jarrette We could walk freely inside Nebuchadnezzar’s killing furnace most of the time because our God–weather was generally
Requiem — My Virginia Woolf
by Richard Jarrette I didn’t know the contours of my own face till you held it in your hands and said, I’m taking this everywhere. These seven
Half -Haunted
by Carol Bachofner Old Pima came down with the wandering sickness. It edged in when he was digging for water out back. Took over, settled into
Technological Nostalgia
by Max Hjortsberg Remember when you could fix everything yourself ? Some baling twine, a coat hanger, a pair of pliers, and naturally a roll of
The Kitchen
by Max Hjortsberg When you walk through the door of the past be careful not to close it, leave it slightly cracked, allowing the light of the
Winter Morning on the Yellowstone
by Max Hjortsberg Cottonwoods lining the edge of the river the leafless branches white with hoarfrost, a phantom coral reef from a vanished