by Chris Haven Stephen Leonardi This alien stopped by last night. You don’t have to believe me. He parked his spaceship, I guess you could call it parked, among the birch trees in my backyard. The leaves shook like in a light breeze. It wasn’t as loud as you’d think but I’m surprised the neighbors didn’t notice. They’re pretty self-involved, I guess. Anyway, he comes in and he’s very green. I say very green. Green is green, but I’m hoping you know what I mean when I say he wa