Spritely

That strong wiry body she wore like a curse, smiling all the while, nature diffusing her with passion for dun and verdant, fruit and flowers astounding nimble fingers, eyes darting and dancing with delight not reciprocated in a world of humans she tried to forgive as...

Run-on

All my life I’ve struggled with the spoken word. Anytime I engage in conversation, I’ve got a litany of words streaming through my head, Matrix-like, and must sort through them in order to ensure what I’m about to say lends proper weight, meaning, gravitas. At the...