Today is May 30th. Jade sets the battered tin kettle atop the still-glowing embers. Her fingers are thin, wrinkled, useful. The shelter creaks with the rocking of Sebastian’s rope hammock. How tender he looks, with his hands tucked beneath his face, just as he slept as a boy. Even then, his small, tan fingers covered his soft cheekbone, hiding his tattoo. Jade’s eyes take in the sky–breathy and promising. The encampment is not yet awake; the distant machines have not yet

I wasn’t expecting my thumbs to hurt. Not because I fall on them, which I do, but because all the skin gets worn off from carrying a...

2022 Christmas gifting guide! Includes: products for the funky fashionista, wall art, clicky-clicky keyboard, coasters & clogs.