*Featured Artwork by Mali Fischer The word understory was gifted to me by a dear friend, as many good things are. Its meaning can be assumed, because all humans...
By morning, there were no pauses left to count. The winter chill crept into the room as Dad lay lifeless.
If recovery means you are no longer sick, or even that you are simply functioning again, then perhaps I have recovered.
Far down below were trees and shadows; just beneath our feet red ochre rocks and dust and stubborn patches of thistle, and a surprise, a handmade grave.