Later I look up Viking history on my phone and learn of the brutality and sheer vivid life they had. The ghost wasn’t lying. It was a different time. * * * * * * * * * * Once over tea she tells me she […]
I’ve had tea with the ghost the last five midnights in a row. She’s lovely and 785 1/2 years old. Scarlet hair and murky gray eyes and that stare that causes you to rethink your five year plan…
Fairbanks is a town that calls itself a city. There’s old Fairbanks and new Fairbanks. Old Fairbanks is the Immaculate Conception church by the river and the Sears where mothers smoked while picking bonnets for their newborns, the Foodland supermarket and the downtown full of drunks, the abortion clinic with their weekly protest, a wave […]
How strange to be ordinary.
You’re probably wondering where the plot is in this story. Don’t worry. It’s around here somewhere. I haven’t misplaced it. It’ll come around sometime. People love April because the snow finally starts leaving and you see the hint of a budding leaf on a tree as you walk by. Earth day is in April and […]