The summers aren't so lonely on Plum Island. It's me, the plum trees, the plum birds, and the ... [+]
The summers aren't so lonely on Plum Island. It's me, the plum trees, the plum birds, and the ... [+]
We pull off at the side of the highway in Somewhere, Maine looking to sing to the snails. There's a deep shoulder of gravel here, so we assume it to be a parking lot. The sky and the water and the ... [+]
I got the idea from one of your old stories. Building golems out of river mud and whatnot. Except I didn't want a golem. I just wanted you back by my side.Peddling clayware in the sweltering heat ... [+]