Real encounters with a feathered phantasma Published in: Appalachia Winter/Spring 2023 As a child, I thought the word magic meant “not...

Currently Unpublished I twist open the jar, insert a hand, and scoop out some salted nuts. With an inquiring finger, I search for a dear...

Published in Belle Ombre September 2019 “Do you know where you’re going?” Genuine concern edged the driver’s voice as he stood at the...

My skin is furrowed like bark, my limbs feel ready to break, and I detect a certain softness to my core.