Something I can touch.

Assume all TRIGGER WARNINGs. I've been trying to write about such issues more often and I hope I do them justice. (secret: you might enjoy the poem more if you google the meaning of some of the names). Here you go: "When my father told me we were the gold pot at the end of the rainbow, I was only ten. He loved rainbows....."

A storyteller’s guide.

Zale's house was filled with objects that he'd collected over time that represented different story-telling principles. A black toy gun from when he was eight was framed in a glass box to remind him of Chekhov's Gun concept. His (now dead) bird's cage.....