Nighttime grass tickles my toes. The earth thrums alive, magnetically pulsing, breathing. A dragonfly hovers, its silhouette obscuring unnamed constellations, electric wings bending starlight. I reach up toward the moon, sure my hungry fingers will tease ancient dust from her cratered surface.  

Tooth Fairy

The Tooth Fairy visited our house last night to retrieve the tiniest tooth ever plucked from a five-year-old’s wee mouth. There was much joy and celebration for this bizarre custom of worshipping milk teeth. Violet regaled the twins with tales of a friend whose tooth was whisked away by a Tooth Fairy so delicate and … Read more