Fiction

I’ll tap myself

We stand at the door, a threshold between us

When my wife says, I’ll be gone four days, make sure you keep the bird alive

Living amidst so many words, and having to remember some non-words too, Abe tends to

By David Demchuk CW: spiders, mild body horror Our village is prosperous now, but it was not always so. When I was a child, we …