Treading Water
Peter Ganglidge knows he is starting to lose control. Every day the pain gets worse, his energy is waning, and things are becoming harder to keep concealed.
Peaches and Pearls
Trails of dried tears ridge her cheeks, though she doesn’t recall why she was crying.
The Miles Our Voices Must Cross
A call.
Miles away, another answers. The air bends, the earth hums. Invisible threads weaving herd to herd across a distance no eye can cover.
