Pinwheel {flash fiction}

I got my first pinwheel at a Fourth of July parade, sweating on a steaming curb. I was five years old at the time, and I could show you I knew it too, five pudgy fingers spread wide. Women on stilts with star-spangled pants tossed pinwheels to the kids below. I’d like to think I... Continue Reading →

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The Epic of Solemnon XIX

XIX As the old King’s brother, Everett was in line, For the Kingdom’s highest seat, A feast was set to dine.   In the castle’s greatest hall, By warmth and firelight, To celebrate the new-made king. All was new and bright.   Present at the table, The Prophet of the road, Rose upon his frail... Continue Reading →

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