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On Longing for Home

Treasure Bearer Artwork © by Jef Murray

It’s humid, and in the 90s (the mid-30s for folks who favour Celsius over Fahrenheit). There’s no breeze. It’s too early for cicadas, but otherwise I’d guess we were in August rather than June. Hills are hazy in the heat, and nothing twitches at high noon save flitting flies. These are summer days in Georgia; when air is thick and breathing burdensome. My old […]

May Eve

Artwork © by Jef Murray

“Do you think she’ll come back?” The two girls sat huddled beneath the eaves of the forest. The unsettled breezes of the last day of April stirred the dogwood boughs, mottling the light of the newly-risen full moon. The gusts of damp air moved on, lifting branches and scattering oak catkins throughout the valley below them. “I don’t think she’ll […]