Today

No cock crows. Cold dawn rests against the white bedroom wall. Today is not the day for games. Today is the day you will test your inner stanchions: whether they are made of oak or clay. Never has …

Him

He was taught to write on ruled paper only so that nothing could be secreted between the lines. Except for a few wobbles, (he was human, after all), he walked straight to his grave. A good boy to t…

From the Porch