Smells Like Spring

I wasted no time in throwing the curtains and sliding the glass door open when I got home. My dingy, cave-like apartment half-buried in the hillside was immediately filled with a soft, cool breeze. Stepping out onto the porch for the first time in months, there was almost no sign of the 15 inches ofContinue reading “Smells Like Spring”

Risking Publication (Maybe)

It was cold and clear when I stepped out onto my deck around midnight last night. The stars were out and I could see my breath in the air. Mount Elden rose as a shadow in the distance; the traffic lights at Fourth Street cycled green-yellow-red green-yellow-red for no one. And somewhere, a Word documentContinue reading “Risking Publication (Maybe)”