Ruth Thomas

Poetry

September Seventeenth

It was somewhere in Idaho
scrubby, stinking
And night settled in like fog about the... [+]

Qualified Long Story Short Award Fall 2020 - Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

Watery Shadows

I can hear bell towers and train whistles from my window.
Sometime during high school, my memories started to get murkier. It got harder to remember what I’d eaten last or what I had learned... [+]

Qualified Long Story Short Award Fall 2020 - Creative Nonfiction