Call it dark. The cosmic frenzy of dark energy. Trillions of scattering galaxies. What force is flinging them in every

The owl is looking for you.  The owl’s voice is a question whose answer is you. The owl’s flower face

The Strange, Wild Provenance of the Brave Tails There was this owl wizard, Finagler, who kept starlight in an inkpot.

Deri woke gently. Leafy shadows and flashes of forest light dappled the passenger cabin. Within her shaded hammock, she peered

“Mauka on Mars means toward the mountain.” The tour guide directed the group’s attention to the colossal shield volcano astride

Death’s head moon—spook talk I first heard from an Irish Gunnery Sergeant in Nietzsche’s War at a place called Belleau