by Kim Pullen
I have seen a squirrel run up a tree backwards. I have seen the pale blue smoke of dirtbikes hanging in the morning mist. I have seen mailmen without a smile. I have seen ants heft a crumb, heaving in unison. I have seen a dead friend in a casket. I have seen puppies...
by Kim Pullen
I hate the week before Christmas. The stores are a zoo. The streets are a quagmire of traffic. You can’t even buy a carton of eggs at Publix without having to stand line for thirty minutes. I kick myself AGAIN for not getting my Christmas shopping done before...
