Night Hike

“Do you want some apple wine made right here in the fine state of North Carolina?” Riley asks, handing me a jug. We are hanging out up at the Herb Shop at the end of a hazy, hot day. “Tastes like [...]

Forecast

I met Riley yesterday up at Joe’s farm. He was elbow deep in soggy, dark soil and mud was splattered across his face, tangled in his beard. He looked at me and wiped sweat from his brow, a curl [...]

Flatline

Today, uninspiration looks like a flat, glassy river. It tastes like ginger rice with smoked salmon and goat cheese. It feels like a hibernating bear. It smells like natural spring-dampened soil. [...]

The God Shot

Meg skips up to the counter at the coffeehouse, her gentle smile in full bloom. “I’m taking the afternoon off for some me-time in the garden. Then I’m going to write the report I have to write [...]

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