Pugnacious earth battles for me as I try to ascend to space. There is more space in me than outside me. In my name are many caverns of conspiring fungi and blind creatures of emptiness. I am a science fiction flavored novel about an alien trying to assimilate in Washington, DC. Politics are muck between my toes. I want to be in a felt universe of needlepoint stars, not here in an antebellum planet tied to gravity like a little brother I don’t get along with.
Miniature Moon 