Grandma Ran Through the Cornfield

July 4th, 1979 Ten years earlier we had lived in the house next door. I had loved living on Main Street back then. The neighbors were all well established and their homes very comfortable. The…

Chapter One

Second Sighting Raze saw her again, the “dryad”. He thought she was just fond imagination. He’d heard the silly stories of old Barth, the hoof trimmer, but he didn’t believe a word. Now it was…

November Love

November is a love of mineI lay upon her lap and restShe strokes my hair with leaf-bare limbsTo let me know I’m heaven blessed She does not hide her cornfield’s stubbleNor the patterns in her…