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Baccer Stick
by Mikka Gamble
Cole smirked, allowing a low laugh to escape. My other brother and I watched from the window in sheer joy. It wasn’t until then that I noticed the narrow piece of wood in my father’s hand. Read more...
The Mountain Letters
by Joshua Logan Slone
I will mail this letter on the 28th of December. Please, my Sara, include the date in your letter so I may see how long our correspondences take in travel. I will write many letters in that passing time and will yearn for that first response from you. Read more...
The Best Laid Plans
by Catherine Smith
The house had stood vacant for almost two years before I bought it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quite empty. Not long after we moved in, I discovered that we had “uninvited house guests” of the four-legged, rodent variety. Read more...
Plain White Tennis Shoes
by Tamara Howard
“What’s wrong?” Jerry asked, his brow furrowed with concern. He found himself asking me that question a lot and wondering how on earth he could help me. Read more...
That Girl
by Sheila Gollihue
Silently observing the world as life passes by
Hoping to experience the rush one day
Even though living is living, no matter how dull.
In a fast-paced world where
Lights and colors flash before you
She hears the cries of the captive girl.
Smoking again, put it to the lips
Hear the burning paper sizzle
Each time she takes a drag
Imagine being free
Longing for the want
And the addicted girl shudders in a corner.
How Do We Forget?
by Sheila Gollihue
Past the red barn
With its chipped paint
And rusty hinges,
Sits an old man.
His hair grayed,
Skin wrinkled by time,
Rocking in his chair
Looking out over the meadow.
“Could you please tell me, sir,
how do we forget?”
“What you need to forget,
You’ve already forgotten.
And what you can’t forget,
Be thankful, cause it’s sticking around for a reason.” |
