Prose & Poetry

Going through all the boxes in my attic brings back the good and the bad. As […]

“Fuck. We’re going to be late.” Melinda Gordon grabbed her light blue summer jacket from the

Two men in French blue overalls knock on the door and mumble something important.  Something will

“Here. This is for you.” The bartender places a clear drink down on a coaster in

“The time is twelve fifty pm, ventilation reset begins in ten minutes.” A robotic voice called

Today He does not know where to begin. He picks up the medicine bottles and reads

In a circle, a group of men squatted on the sand, drinking tea. In the middle

The brass jingle of a shop bell rang above her as she stepped into the derelict

Sometimes questions mean more than answers.  But Bissell Langley was an answer man.  He had the