The Runner

The Runner by Phillip McCollum A man is a god in ruins. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature They call this the land of the rising sun, but as I soaked in the rays of a full moon, I thought it was beautiful enough to have equal claim. Leaning against an uncomfortable boulder, I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes …

Wake

Wake by Phillip McCollum The boy’s eyelids had somehow popped opened again. He stared up into the star-filled heavens. Okomi, his father, shooed away the buzzing flies and swept his hand down over his son’s face. He then turned and made another attempt at fire. The tinder wouldn’t take. The fallen logs were soaked through from a recent rain …