Michael McPhillipsLines in Her HandThere were some nights when after she had forgotten how clammy the sheets were from the ocean air and could finally fall asleep, she would…Dec 10, 2017Dec 10, 2017
Michael McPhillipsUnrequited Love & ArsonThat season, brush fires seemed to ignite themselves just to spite the dry weather. This kept the town’s small volunteer fire department…Oct 19, 2017Oct 19, 2017