Waking from a Midsummer’s Dream
The Writer Elkhound's next selection. We've left the Shire and The Lonely Mountain. Onward!jl The light of August seeps into paper, weaves into the forest as vibrant as ignited confetti. Sun confetti.jl A crow perches on a high cedar and calls into the air, half- ...
Beachcombing Kotzebue
Ice blubber, pale blue punk ice chunks of the jigsaw sea ram up on the pebble shore, …
In the Dark Room
Lou Keats, a girl with a knack for solving problems, taking photographs, and building forts, dreams of escaping the confines of Fireweed Crossing and her father’s alcohol-fueled sadness. But first she has to figure out who has been trespassing in her forest, who has attacked her dog, and what has ...
Bringing TAPPING LIGHT into the world
Before the world ended, before Father Keith and his home-grown militia, before Alex whispered words I couldn’t understand – we were used to being swept along. Laurel Summer, our mother, was pushed from place to place, man to man. And we were in the undertow ...