Prose & Poetry

The sound of a gunshot ripped through the auditorium. Though my head spun sharply in the

There is a woman- naked but for two statues of pyramids over her nipples- undulating in

A child sits in an empty room. There’s nothing except the light white carpet and walls.

Pain has a strange entanglement with memory. When you have lived for four decades in a

            Jimmy feels guilty as a Catholic school boy playing hooky – which he never did,

The grains of sand cradle your feet, filling the spaces between your toes and hugging the

“I’d like to see Dr. Barnes.” Luella shutters her soul firmly under her skin. The young

Evening, an unfamiliar mountain road. There could be nothing strange about a deer darting in front

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