With a slightly youthful blurring of reality, sandhill cranes resemble pterodactyls in flight. Each year when they re…
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New Fiction from Ulf Pike: “Title and Price”
It was not rare to see horses on Main Street when I was growing up in this town. I was spindly and spry then, …
New Fiction from Ulf Pike: “Welcome Home, Brother”
My arm burned red resting out the window in the summer sun as I drove east out of the mountains. I passed through the…
New Fiction from Ulf Pike: Son of God
I. Esses The warmth of his voice makes us wary of his intentions. He bears our sin of greenness like a precious burde…