I used to be a bird.
Maybe we are too young and the world is trying to remind us of that.
Junum the Young was the last of the Cloud People. All the others from his tribe had disappeared one by one, wandering off into the…
Continued from The Violent Acts of Poets, Part I, Part II, & Part III
The Benadryl was kicking in. Brooklyn’s head lolled to the side as she watched Doc McStuffins on Drew’s iPad. The fire ant bites on her legs were…
Michael parked next to his office in the parking garage that was built below a Jenny Craig Center and left the keys to his silver…
Sean came home to a hurried note on the fridge that read, WiFi Out.
It is the afternoon following the morning when you said you would never write again. It is too painful. Every time you get started…