Porthole
I didn’t think much of the hole Cooper was digging until…
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Hair Inside My Ear | Fiction Friday
A poem to part ways with this obsessive and fictional focus.
Late Night Decison
prompt: struggle with choice In an alley, the window between someone dying and deciding what to do is very wide. Blood seeps into the gutter, washing further into the darkness.…
Perhaps Rain
prompt: consider the weather I stood where the asphalt cracked and the hop-scotch line was broken. In the distance the clouds collected and built their strength. When they came together,…
Classroom Visitor
Kimberly Yates had never heard a man try to say his own name as his lungs filled with blood. But she’d never forget the sound, either. The sound seemed more…
“Memories”
If you’ve not been to The Comic Jam, I suggest you check it out. Once a week a group of writers get together and pick a theme, scribble out a…
