Mark is the black sheep of the family and thinks the government monitors cell phones, so he never called. But when Ben receives a letter with an… Read more “The Invitation”
Category: BLM
Reflection
Are you still debating whether you like what you see?I can’t say that I blame you.Cracks from plunged bloody fists hide distorted lines under your eyes.I see… Read more “Reflection”
Righteous Murder
The Rainer Cemetery ash trees had shed their leaves, crunching golden-brown beneath the feet of the funeral attendees. The brisk September breeze hung over Leah’s father’s closed,… Read more “Righteous Murder”
Officer Talking A Man Out Of Committing Suicide. Eight Years Later, Now Father Of Two, Gives The Officer An Award At The American Foundation Of Suicide
I scrolled over this post on my Reddit feed. With all the bad news in the world, this touched my heart. Officer Talking A Man Out Of… Read more “Officer Talking A Man Out Of Committing Suicide. Eight Years Later, Now Father Of Two, Gives The Officer An Award At The American Foundation Of Suicide”
Paralyzed by Indecision
I stood, hands clasped around a mug amid a mid-December winter wind with a warm cup half full of seventeen-year-old dreams tucked inside seventeen-year-old lies. Absent a… Read more “Paralyzed by Indecision”
Are We There Yet?
Driving a conversation home — on roads unknown, we roam, following curves and narrow straits, streets, and words that cut like glass, we debate the better part… Read more “Are We There Yet?”
Dusting off Dreams
(Part one) Grandma died last Wednesday. It’s Friday, and I still haven’t changed the black dress I wore to the funeral. I probably smell like a homeless… Read more “Dusting off Dreams”
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