A Little Light Writing

Lovers Card

Look, a tree in the forest, marked with your initial and mine. I wonder how long those letters have been here? I wonder if they’re really for us? Could be. Imagine–

Flash Fiction

A Garden

A thousand toothless wigglers consume and transform the dark around you… and you find yourself dancing with them, in your slow way, as you feel your boundaries and your borders… in your waking up…

A Little Light Writing

Lila/Lily

I’d shut my doors to any possible cold or wind or contagion. But the light slipped inside my closed bedroom window, and she danced.