Jameson Taft slid a small black comb gently through his thin gray hair as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. His face…
There is life that only comes from destruction;
I know this seems like a campy question, but I am legitmately seeking noncampy answers. Lately, I’ve been struggling with…
Another morning begins with someone screaming.
“I’m up,” she thinks with a sigh as she lifts up the tiny person who is so desperate for attention. She is subjected to small tortures for the next 20–30 minutes as she gives a part of herself to this little parasite. Finally, the…
One day, while my wife and I were sitting on the couch watching our evening shows and our boys were quietly sleeping; she turned to me and asked, “Have you ever heard of FOMO?” She was working on a lesson for the bible study she was leading, and she was specifically addressing the new phenomena created…
Home Again
My arms were elbow deep in a sink full of dirty dishes. Every few minutes I’d stop scrubbing to blow a strand of hair out of my face. Billy was…
Words are thrown like knives
— flying, cutting, slicing,
making each other bleed.
Together we dance
Truman Gates was a simple man. A tall man, medium weight with a gut that told people he liked his beer (but not too much) and aged blonde hair that would almost certainly turn white in his later years. He was in his late 30’s and according to Truman, in the prime of his life.He could often be heard…
I wonder if she still smokes
(a collaboration by, Terrynce McKeown & Stuart Platt)
