The Biker’s Blooze

Maybe I was safer stealing my neighbor’s tiny bicycle at four years old and pedaling for the city with all my might, than I was riding my own tricycle within my own yard. After all, hundreds of children disappear from their own driveways each year. Safety in numbers, you see. Nobody kidnaps a four-year-old child… Read More

Softness in The Sea

The night set the taste of salt sea in Ada’s mouth. As she listened to Japheth push the plane up the hunk of wood he was shaping, she gazed at the bluish black waters. Within them had gone all the green forests, all the brawny beasts of the Earth. “Want anything else?” she said. “I… Read More