Because I can’t fly home now, there are things I’ve come to miss. Today, in July, it’s lightning bugs floating over the front lawn, sporadic showers of yellow-green luminescence— random on random off. We stalked
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The Paradox of the House Spider
At 3 AM, the bathroom light exposes a black house spider, crossing the beige marble floor. Alternating two pairs up and two pairs down, its spindly, robot-like legs wind down like a child’s wind-up toy.
Continue ReadingThe True Nature of Imaginary Things
Imaginary rats lurk in my kitchen. These rats lack something: Guile. Purpose. Intent. I worry I’ll tread on one in the dark. I flick the lights and bristle, sensing a rat, slick with sickness, in
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