PinnedSean Thomas McDonnell (he/him)The Writer’s PrayerEvery morning, I trundle down the overgrown path to the wooden bridge. Small things move about under decaying leaves. I hear them, but I…Mar 13Mar 13
Sean Thomas McDonnell (he/him)The Good EggThere is a taste to this memory, and a texture, so vivid that to call it false would be to put at risk every memory I’ve ever had. To call…Aug 29Aug 29
Sean Thomas McDonnell (he/him)DNFCaught in a fraudulent exchange of words, I’d been exposed. An eye-roll here, a scoff there. Soon, the duration of our readings shrunk, and…Apr 25Apr 25
Sean Thomas McDonnell (he/him)Couldn’t be. Then who?A lump of brown sugar lies by the fire, eyes slit, waiting. I peek over my book; I see you, I say with my gaze, but the gunslinger pulls me…Mar 20Mar 20
Sean Thomas McDonnell (he/him)Long walk, short pierIt’s one thing to be fired in front of a store full of people, but it’s an entirely different experience to be fired in front of a dog. I’m…Mar 13Mar 13