Baby Bird: A Short Story

Small hands powdered with dirt, cupped the baby bird. The half-naked animal’s bones rolled around, unable to brace itself in her shifting grip. Her sisters became anxious with each wobble. “Poppy! Don’t squeeze it, you’ll hurt him!” Stella cried, imagining that Poppy’s fingers were squeezing the new treasure, and she wanted a turn; a chance to... Continue Reading →

Why I Write

I write because it is the only thing that makes my brain chug forward these days. I have never felt like an exceptionally interesting or talented person, but this spotlight I hold is drifting away and towards something bigger. I write because I want my crazy brain messes to spill out in an orderly enough... Continue Reading →

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