OUT YONDER Hours, days, years, move too quickly, as I endlessly try to befriend the hands of time. Beseeching it, bargaining, pleading, placating, but to no avail. Time is not a mortal’s friend. We are bound by it, bound to it – an infinite construct…

After hours the soft moonlight slips along the crack of the doors, the windows are illuminated like the back of a movie theater screen, and the witches step out, throw themselves from rooftops on broomsticks. Some lay low, preferring not to cast a silhouette on…

Staring straight ahead, my eyes struggled to focus. A woman, counting down, 3,2,1………………………. On the count of 1, she released grip, on her babies stroller and lost it. Faster and faster, a nightmarish blur, Getting closer, tragedy ready to occur, scrambling for confidence, instead, find myself…