A Walk in the Snow

  When we were younger, we leveled footprints in the woods—off the path, of course, down deep where the sun could barely find us, where we blended with the trees and hid behind the shrubbery. I found a deer, small, its eyes glazed and wide, still hiding from the storm the night before. Left berries….

Share
Read More

I Will Vandalize His Angel Tombstone

                      And it is from this moment that you are going to live. Think of that. You’re standing in the middle of what used to be a cornfield,           now pocketed with headstones and wire, combing out a space that says this is where we lay           our dead, take whatever you want. You have changed: you…

Share
Read More