Cache

The woodpeckers going at the palm trees outside my window wake me today.    Someone told me that palms aren’t  true trees, but I don’t think the birds care.    Down the road, someone’s cache of fireworks  explodes all at once, killing some people,    taking out his house, sending the fire trucks  screaming down […]

Peel

The High Sierra moon lights up Jeff’s tent, so he gets up to watch it rising over Cahoon Meadow and finds Lazarus, raised once again, sitting on a log already watching the shadows stretch across the field at night. Jeff’s skin’s been peeling all day, and now he sits next to Lazarus and starts tugging […]