There were many things nibbled on that night, but the piece de resistance, the center of attention, was undoubtedly the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. As I opened the jar of peanut butter I thought of Mary. She was gone now – nobody really knew where the family had disappeared to – one day that […]
I sat cross-legged on the blanket with my two babies – our treasures set before us – the delicacies I’d climbed up onto the kitchen chair to pluck from the furthest reaches of the high wood-planked cupboards. Pastel colored tiny marshmallows, breadsticks, rusks, cheese, salami, mandarin oranges, baking chocolate, crackers, roasted peppers, marzipan, big soft […]
What is a dream made of? It can all come down to a question of peanut butter and jelly. The snow was now four feet high, solid-packed like a roll of compact cotton batting spread out for a miniature Christmas pageant – and still the flakes fluttered down through the light haze of the moon. […]
(continued from previous post) With a supple ease unfettered by his enormous size, the buffalo twisted his feet gently and in one fell swoop, flowed like a porpoise playing in the sea down onto the ground and stood facing Hiram. And then, he began to dance. Rising on his back legs the buffalo pranced and […]
(continued from previous post) The rabbit was expanding and contracting like the throat of a mating frog, in and out, larger and smaller. The ants hidden in the tree were making little screeches hik hik hik. And Hiram saw the toes of his cowboy boots stretch up towards his chin, sharp and pointy and now […]
