Starmen

The wanderer’s steps fell under the serious moonlight.

Rainmother, Bless Us!

They say the one that brings the rain is the only one worth the worship.

What a strange, stupid — hilarious — device to go to all this trouble for…

A wolf. A giant. A god.

The thrum of deep sound hearkens me to *return.*

The year is not so far away and the American government is humming along like a well-oiled machine.

There was a knock on his door.

Father finally brought me to see the fire.

She summoned them to the grove with incense and decaying flesh.

When Zobe was born, they birthed through actions of their own.