We take them out of the cages after the moon rises, when the silver light falls…

They dropped anchor when they saw us coming. Red sails against a blue sky, a flag…

Monday. August 21st. 2017. They talked about it for months before it happened, the first full…

She’s back when I wake up. She’s been gone for three days this time, longer than…

They leave their muddy handprints on my wall, on my white, freshly painted wall. I’m sorry,…

The dung beetles come out after dark, after the stars are out and the moon has…