Blue Gods

She watched the dying boar. She settled into the shadowed crook of the hill where the brook ran through the deep roots of the hemlocks. The light dappled through the needles, splotches on her visor. The stone spear vibrated, perpendicular to the slope of the blood smeared dirt, straight through…

Short Story - E-Harmony

E-Harmony I can see you, up there. Waltzing through the crowd without care. Your red knit Rastafarian cap jilting with your strides. Coming closer I can see the smoldering spliff behind your ear, the long lined braids down your back. You’ve tucked them into your shirt. Bobbing to some…