By Pamela Kaye (This piece first appeared in the online publication MixedMag.) My wife and I finally settled into a financially and physically secure retirement. Two years ago, we bought our forever home, unpacked boxes that had been in storage, and eased into the next chapter of life; for me,…
by John Timothy Robinson In Hard Scratch Hollow beside a cave, there was a rock formation that resembled some malformed altar. Each side sloped up where light, green moss covered the top and bottom edges. This large form was positioned in a gully’s end under trees in cow pasture. Fountainlike…
by Holly Day Every once a while, the black ribbon snakes congregate in my front yard knit themselves into a writhing mating pile, disgorge thumb-sized stones disappear back into the knee-high weeds when they’re done. It’s important to gather these stones as soon as possible or they’ll lose their magic…