Faces

The day I came to talk to my uncle about the letter was a day a shimmering came over the world, everything that was not me stepped away so that I would not die under the weight of walking with the devil, as the world is Lucifer’s, and everything is his imagination, the traffic, the… More

Frozen Fawn

Robert Wrigley Funny, by which I mean mysterious or eerie, the way I just happened to look out the western window of my shack at exactly that moment the morning sun— via the same opening in the heavy brush I glanced through—made the carcass shine unmistakably in the shape of what it was. Still, I… More