Prose & Poetry

Dr. Thackery, You are right. Honesty, truly, is the best policy. I’ve thought about it a

I was late to my father’s death. I could have gone to the hospital directly from

At the time I considered it the best fifty dollars I had ever spent, now it

“Okay, my brave little toasters, who’s ready for Show and Tell??” A muted scream erupted from

He was tan in October. His sleeveless muscles twitched. Chad did not fuck around. He was

my student wears a beige Carhartt beanie that for a very brief moment, I contemplate stealing.

Madison Square Park in an elderly May where the dogwoods bloom and the London planes thrive.

She was pushing with an intensity that was palpable from our first embrace at baggage claim.