The four-leaf clover should not have been there, caught in Esteban's hair. It was a surprise there was any clover at all. The cows had already been through twice that week, pulling at the remnants of
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Short Fiction
Creative Nonfiction
Portrait
4 min
Bibliomaniac
Books are gentle companions. Usually.
Except for that one time I was just about murdered by books.
That was twenty years ago . . .
***
I didn't know what to do with my life. I had no ... [+]
Except for that one time I was just about murdered by books.
That was twenty years ago . . .
***
I didn't know what to do with my life. I had no ... [+]
Children's
Friendship & Family
3 min
The Cat Who Hated His Name
Kitsy Boo hated his name.
"Kitsyyyyyyyyyyy," his owner, Marguerite, would call. "Boooooooooooooo!"
Every time the shaky old voice called for him, the other neighborhood animals would laugh. ... [+]
"Kitsyyyyyyyyyyy," his owner, Marguerite, would call. "Boooooooooooooo!"
Every time the shaky old voice called for him, the other neighborhood animals would laugh. ... [+]
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min
1991, 1992
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min
Evolutionary Fears
Children's
The New Kid
Phineas wished, for the two-thousand-three-hundred-and-twenty-third time, that he had a different name. His father was in the army, and the family moved fairly often. No, unfairly often. There was
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Poetry
The Heron
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min
Who Drew Cats
Keep in mind there were three daughters,
One graceful and pretty, one fierce and
gallant, one ... [+]
One graceful and pretty, one fierce and
gallant, one ... [+]
Short Fiction
Perhaps Under Different Circumstances
Anna knew the bridge was a mistake before she and Henry even got there. Maybe it was because he had said he thought it was strange for full grown adults to interrupt a conversation to swoon over an
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Poetry
There Was An Old Lady
Binaural classics on repeat while she
sleeps and writes and eats, and
D, vitamin variety, fo ... [+]
sleeps and writes and eats, and
D, vitamin variety, fo ... [+]
Poetry
Man on a Mission
Short Fiction
Channel Five
"Are you scared?" I ask Dad over the phone.
"What do I have to be scared about?" he says. "We're locked in our rooms."
He's always been tough like that, stoic, but I wish I could see his face, hug ... [+]
"What do I have to be scared about?" he says. "We're locked in our rooms."
He's always been tough like that, stoic, but I wish I could see his face, hug ... [+]
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min
Perspective
Poetry
Waterfall
Short Fiction
Heavenly Rapture!
The sun struck my eyes as I rubbed the sleep off them. I stretched and yawned and felt the air. The little hairs on the back of my neck stood up straight. I couldn't help but smile because deep inside
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Poetry
Asymbiotic
Like pasteboard, the seeping planks
buckle underfoot, marked easily
with fingernail or jagged ... [+]
buckle underfoot, marked easily
with fingernail or jagged ... [+]
Poetry
Humor
1 min
Why So Many Rolls of Toilet Paper?
Short Fiction
Night Walk
I ignored him until he throttled down. That was not normal.
It was a pleasant night, but an hour after curfew. City lights from Saigon to the east turned the dark a velvety purple, and the sweet ... [+]
It was a pleasant night, but an hour after curfew. City lights from Saigon to the east turned the dark a velvety purple, and the sweet ... [+]
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min
Dreamwolf
Dare we invite the dreamwolf in,
to jump through our chaste window,
carry us over the midnight ... [+]
to jump through our chaste window,
carry us over the midnight ... [+]
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min
Madacamia
Short Fiction
Cost of Living
Joe's knuckles bled, the result of inflation.
Tonya was some sort of greedy little Tinker Bell wannabe. She even had the wings to go along with it. She wore them every single day. The whole idiotic ... [+]
Tonya was some sort of greedy little Tinker Bell wannabe. She even had the wings to go along with it. She wore them every single day. The whole idiotic ... [+]
Poetry
Melancholy
1 min
On a Sunday Afternoon
Poetry
Contemporary
1 min
The Girl Who Spoke Spiders
I don't recommend it.
You might wind up like me,
with spiders on your lips,
crawling out like ... [+]
You might wind up like me,
with spiders on your lips,
crawling out like ... [+]