Time Is A Pancake

Vinyl squeaked as Paxton’s mom, red eyes and all, slid into the booth across from him. Paxton crunched ice and sighed through his nose. His mom saw it. “Don’t be so judgy, Pax. There’s nothing wrong with a little wake and bake. Weed’s legal in Alaska, even if the Fed’s haven’t gotten on board.” “Trust… Continue reading Time Is A Pancake

Of Mice and Muscadine Wine

Though the unusual smells and unusual location of the human bodies discomfited the mouse, he made bold and dashed from the gap between the machines known to the humans as the refrigerator and the dishwasher to a more central location under the one chair in the kitchen that was still standing. The other three were… Continue reading Of Mice and Muscadine Wine

The Empty Cupboard

His pantry held two kilos of chocolate, two kilos of coffee, two bottles of mezcal.  The chocolate ground with almonds, cinnamon, and sugar and pressed into discs the size of silver dollars. The coffee grown in the shade by people who preferred the language of their ancestors to that of the Spanish invaders. The mezcal… Continue reading The Empty Cupboard