Short Fiction
2 min
It was a night like any other, but "any other night" would not be described like this one. The stars came out as usual, but unlike usual they lacked their familiar gleam. A full moon was in the sky
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Creative Nonfiction
1 min
American Dream
The American dream. The human dream. Like a phoenix rising from a 9 to 5 to become a name even your parents recognize. Night shifts are swapped for night clubs and auto payments for autographs. We
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Poetry
2 min
Cereal Dater
I have a talent for doing this thing that I hate
And maybe kind of judge when other people do ... [+]
And maybe kind of judge when other people do ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Easy Answers
Creative Nonfiction
2 min
A Car Ride, Beastie Boys, and John Lennon's Ghost
NO SLEEP TILL
BROOKLYN!
Count of 15 on the beat keeping time, head nodding and finger tapping—
Your cup holders carry expired coupons, the dented tiara from when you were crowned ... [+]
BROOKLYN!
Count of 15 on the beat keeping time, head nodding and finger tapping—
Your cup holders carry expired coupons, the dented tiara from when you were crowned ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
The Cartographer
Worn, skilled hands draw me a map.
Small print and dashed lines indicate my path.
Thousands of ... [+]
Small print and dashed lines indicate my path.
Thousands of ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Daughter
Short Fiction
3 min
Dear Daughter
I saw the fairies. They were beautiful. Little streaks of gold and blue, shimmering and shining in the green forest behind Grandma's house. I like Grandma's house. It's really warm and cozy, and Mom
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Poetry
1 min
The Widow Interim
A metronome outside his skin, like he wears on his person
the grandfather clock from his ... [+]
the grandfather clock from his ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
An "African Americans" Anthem
Creative Nonfiction
2 min
Streetlights
You and (I suppose) I are waiting at a cold bus stop. We witness the moment, full morning, when the streetlights turn off.
Your eyes don't register a difference; the sun functions, so the ... [+]
Your eyes don't register a difference; the sun functions, so the ... [+]
Poetry
4 min
Win, Win the Day My Son
A young lad not much younger than me and you
Went up to Pa to say thank you
For all the good ... [+]
Went up to Pa to say thank you
For all the good ... [+]
Short Fiction
3 min
The Eyes in the Dark
When children play games, the games become much more than an activity to pass time or something just for fun, games become reality. When I was young, I had a very competitive spirit and a large
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Short Fiction
5 min
You're Still Here
Age 3 was the age you realized you had a friend. You saw him smile at you every day and told you of the great things you could do. You knew that nothing would be able to separate you and your friend
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