The speckled moth, usually so aware of the nuances shaping his world, was too troubled to notice the trespass of a single bougainvillea vine, the sap spilling from the flowering petals of a warrior tree, or the beguiling way greenery kissed concrete. Were the moth not so consumed by self-reflection, he would have rejoiced in these beacons of spring and celebrated with a nap on the vine, a taste of the sap, and a welcoming dance on the grass. Instead, the moth perched on a nearby tree trunk and did his best to assume a critical expression.
My short short story, “The Butterfly Moth,” was recently published in Five 2 One Magazine. You can read it and listen to me perform the story here. A big thank you to Justin Baker for voicing the Moth.
