Out in the desert, where the wind hums low and the stars cut sharp, there’s a man who walks at night with a lantern. Folks say he’s been out there forever, lighting the way for the lost. One evening, a traveler stumbles into his glow, tired and worn. “Which way to town?” she asks. The […]

Out past the edge of nowhere, where the road turns to gravel and the sky swallows the earth whole, there’s a man with a truck full of tools. People call him Fixer. Not his real name, but it fits him fine. He stops where he’s needed. A broken fence, a busted generator, a coffee pot

There was an old man who kept bees. His hands were thick with work, his face drawn in a way that made people think he had seen something they hadn’t. Every morning, he walked among his hives, whispering to the bees, listening for what they might say back. One day, a thief came in the

A bee came to me today. Not in a dream, not in some grand mystical vision, but in ink and paint, sketched out onto matte board like a half-formed thought. Its wings trembled in the still air. The flowers opened their mouths. It was a silent exchange, a cosmic deal older than words. Nectar in,