Category: Prose

I am a vagabond, going about in a vagabond way from the fly-away ponytail to the scaly feet which callous and shiver away in the grassy bed I’ve taken for my own purpose. You won’t hear me complain, oh no, baby, I am not the bloodless breed you see wagging along in the streets with […]

She was 10 and she was tall and she knew it. Her long thin braids hung to her waist and as she twirled for her father in the late evenings she felt as tall as the mountains. Little Girl was the sun stooping to kiss the earth; she was the migrating goose always seeking warmth; […]