Foretaste:He didn’t know what to do with her at first. Her behaviour was erratic and daring. Her love, the tactile touch, their passion, intoxicated him. Then, when she came to him, he smelt the animal scent on her, she...

Aye, the nib doth part the flesh of the page, slow as a thief in a sepulchre’s shade— not with haste, nay, nor with the clatter of some dullard’s hammer, but with the whisper of a blade parting silk.Here,...

The winter's shins of snow, fall upon the untouched fields, walking a white, unblinking road,before softness begins to thaw, a million fractured prisms, temporary diamonds...The winter's shins of snow.

"Beau Weevil, is the name." I had left my home in Georgia to be a field correspondent at the annual Naked Pickleball Tournament in Boca Raton, and I was not prepared. The hotel room smelled like coconut sunscreen and...