Ground to Ground

I want to sacrifice your cashier to a corn goddess.

The breeze is steady and thick with cotton that blankets my garden. An errant puff sticks to my housecoat and I imagine cottonwoods springing up from my arms. The seeds cling to my toast. They land in my coffee. I sneeze. Suddenly, a rabbit makes a break for it, bolting to safety under the deck … Continue reading

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