A New Kind of Literary Pulse

I couldn’t shake the feeling that the funeral was for me. I’m not the best with details anymore, but I do know that I’m still alive. I think. I wore a baggy suit, dark gray with a navy blue tie. It ...  [+]

Blackness was everywhere.
Well, okay, so maybe blackness was almost everywhere.
At the very least it was dark.
The darkness was quite complete. Except, of course, for those three points of ...  [+]

When Pat grew up, he worked his way out of the glades to the Gulf by feeding on a variety of fish and vegetation but seemed to have the most luck with bluegill and blueberries along the waterways and ...  [+]