NaPoWriMo Day Thirty . The end, for now. What a beautiful commodity.  Stock and bond, sale and trade, eyes overworked and quietly yielding a...

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Nine . Loosely on-prompt.  This well is a memory - no, wait, scratch that, reverse it -  and it is as deep and dark as ...

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Eight Dust accumulates on everything,  drifting death deposited in even layers.  Who are you, then, with the audacity  ...

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Seven are identical, both to stress the importance of the issue at hand, and also to slightly pad the size of this book...

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Six It is reaching,  like an early shoot in spring,  unaware that one more frost is forecast.  It is clawing for a brea...