“This” is a word.
This is a sentence.
“A” ‘s a letter.
So’s “B.”
Forget to dot your i’s and cross your t’s and you’re left with: ll.
Author: Erik Lokensgard
Water Way
Where there’s a way, there’s a will.
A water way, the water’s will has made.
The House
The House was cared for expertly over time. Windows sanded, painted, time and time again: sanded, painted. Over time, the house was sculpted thin as a violin, and the wind, which used to groan across the storm doors, now sings around the whole structure. One day soon, when the sea is lapping at the crawl space, and the walls are as thin as a kite’s membrane, the house will let go from its foundation and take flight over the sea.