To Fish in a Waterless Creek with a non-existent Rod

On Coalbank road there is a bend of listless navigation and beside that bend there is a stump. Be it a marker or simple piece of passing scenery, this stump has become indelible to the bend of Coalbank road, existing as the setting sun that lives within an amber skyline. The dirt road of this … Continue reading To Fish in a Waterless Creek with a non-existent Rod →

Morning’s Bluster

There’s a lot to take in during a really good panic. That sudden ripple of falling and the ground rising up from beyond where you stand, two beats of a heart leaping upwards and the bookend of adrenaline clutching at an edge you hadn’t yet noticed. As if she were a thumb cast across the … Continue reading Morning’s Bluster →