“Pharmacopious” (Part 6) by Jenell Kesler
I looked at my watch, and even though it didn’t say so, it was time to leave. Packing didn’t take long, and as I peered into the top...
Pharmacopious
“Pharmacopious” (Part 5) by Jenell Kesler
A few days later I found myself just off the interstate at the Phillips 66 station watching the last of the giant moths dance in the erie haze...
“Pharmacopious” (Part 4) by Jenell Kesler
A man said “Hi.” I didn’t recognize him, then spun mid-step almost toppling over, realizing he was the guy taking care of my meter. “How’s it going?” I...
“Pharmacopious” (Part 3) by Jenell Kesler
Wouldn’t want to speculate, but there must have been something in the wind that reached out, turned up my collar and set me here peering in through Gram’s...
“Pharmacopious” (Part 2) by Jenell Kesler
There was a time, back in the Cloudgrounds, when the demons came in rainbows of colours, unrequested, and unencumbered ... gelatin capsules galore, mixing and melting among Crayola...
“Pharmacopious” (Part 1) by Jenell Kesler
The first postcard I ever received read, “Being born into the dream bears no weight.” Those sentiments are dedicated to my husband Rob, for doing so much more...