Prose & Poetry

            Dr. Grinder seldom thought about the long process he’d undergone to acquire his education.  Most […]

I sat up straight during the taxi ride through Guatemala City.  I leaned forward onto my

It was September 1942 when my mother enrolled me in school, although I was only six.

I. Pain. Mountains of pain, canyons of pain, so much pain. I blindly tug at my

I saw a ghost when I was seven wandering aimlessly  through scattered crowd through withered grassland

In the wake of February’s icy outburst, a foamless tide rumples the sleek morning sheets of

“Man, it’s an alien world down there,” my dad says, pulling off his mask, stroking the

Lolita Ruth had to concentrate. The New York Equals had to lose this baseball game to

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