“He ran, fell on his neck, and kissed him.” – Bradley Jersak
“He ran, fell on his neck, and kissed him.” “Fell on his neck” is such a strange idiom. My inner literalist chuckles if I picture it out of context. It sounds more like a professional wrestling move than an affectionate hug. That said, in my early college days (circa 1982), when my roommate returned from […]
Guest Post – Gathering – by Kerri Martens
The sun is a ball of overeager energy; its bright, fat, fingers of heat clutching the small windows and doors, trying to push their way inside, the smell of hot dirt and clashing cooking spices wafting through the air already, though it’s only morning. I sit, resting my head against the cool, clay bricks of […]