Poplar Fluff
Stories
The Year of the Dog
It was dark, pleasantly cold and it smelled like dog food. "Someone is dead", said David.
Read further...The Day of the Bat
Here I am, just chilling in our home cave, hanging upside down with my brothers and sisters and other relatives.
Read further...The Ambassador of Self
When the sun rose on that distant age, it rose upon a green world remade.
Read further...Recordings
David's Third Idea
