Prose & Poetry

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

Sit down. Turn on power. Enter password. Open program. Blank document. Double-spaced. Size 12 font. Times

Ezra and Benji couldn’t have been cut from more separate molds. Ezra was graceful despite his

Lena sighed with satisfaction as she dropped her feet into the bubbling tub, powered on the

The country road went alongside what Caitlin called Spruce River and then Frank turned the car