Change of Seasons


When I was younger, I hated Summer. All that heat, all that light exposing the dark corners of my soul. My season of birth is Autumn— October, when leaves of red and gold dance against crisp winds in a smoky mauve sky. Then, something changed. I embraced the Light of Summer (but not the heat): … More Change of Seasons

Night Crawlers


I. I used to be a Night Crawler: one of those people on foot in the dark, going somewhere. Now, I nearly run them down, barely able to see them skittering across the street, in dark clothing, with only the dancing light of their sneakers visible in my headlights— if I’m lucky— as I drive … More Night Crawlers