1 min
Poetry
Short Fiction
3 min
The Boy with the Sun in His Eyes
He was young, but even in his young years Jacob Evers taught me more about life than any college professor I've known. When we were seven years old I loved to pick the sunflowers from the meadow
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Poetry
1 min
A Transcendentalist's Morning
The sun beats down and heats the parking lot asphalt
On a sunny California day,
That makes the ... [+]
On a sunny California day,
That makes the ... [+]
Creative Nonfiction
4 min
A Remembrance of my 1995 Mercedes-Benz
I put on my mink jacket and sunglasses and began to drive to a local parking lot. The air, despite it being April, felt brisk that day, almost like the weather understood what I was about to do. As I
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Short Fiction
2 min
The House that No One Lived In
I was almost certain there was no one in that house.
Sometimes I saw the garage light on but, I mean, if it was electric anything could trigger it. There was a cat door and so I assumed ... [+]
Sometimes I saw the garage light on but, I mean, if it was electric anything could trigger it. There was a cat door and so I assumed ... [+]
Poetry
1 min
Growing Pains
Poetry
1 min
Greene&Fulton
Short Fiction
4 min
The First and Last
I'm dead again.
Another quick trip across the Styx or whatever one wishes to call this black void and
I'll be back on my feet.
I wonder who I will be in this life.
Man or woman?
Rich ... [+]
Another quick trip across the Styx or whatever one wishes to call this black void and
I'll be back on my feet.
I wonder who I will be in this life.
Man or woman?
Rich ... [+]
Short Fiction
1 min
Pasta Hair
I'm really sorry, Mr. Hogan. I didn't mean to get in trouble. I really do have a good explanation, I really do!
It's just that I always get hungry when I sit behind Maggie. You see, she has ... [+]
It's just that I always get hungry when I sit behind Maggie. You see, she has ... [+]
Short Fiction
2 min
A Story in Pieces
It wouldn't matter that much, whether we lived or died. It mattered to us, sure, but in general, I mean. We would be just one more frozen corpse on a mountain. Like ornaments on a tree. This tree
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Creative Nonfiction
3 min
I Will Go Where You Want Me to Go
Imagine standing backstage and hearing, moments before the curtains open, that the crowd of freshly trained marines had booed the last performers off stage. My knees would buckle. Janie Thompson
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Poetry
1 min
A Good Day
Short Fiction
5 min
Dying Stars
It was twenty minutes before the start of class on the first day of my first year of college.
California. The land of opportunity. Maybe not completely accurate, but for a gay kid like me, it was ... [+]
California. The land of opportunity. Maybe not completely accurate, but for a gay kid like me, it was ... [+]
Poetry
1 min