By: Jamie Kahn When I was a young teenager, my sister and I began noticing that around our neighborhood, there was a black cat that often appeared in peoples’ yards and bushes, hiding away and darting whenever he saw a person….

By: Wylie Strout A beaver with his shoulders slouched sits on my couch while a cat paws its way. I rose in a daze with a bird in the cupboard. Back up. Summoning the beaver with little effect. Never had…

By: Linda M. Crate They lived in a lonely, nowhere town. A goodbye place, a place of new beginnings or endings. It was a rural place full of dirt roads, and a familiarity that could provide comfort and peace of…