Infestation Pt. 2
“Are you swearing off men completely?” Barton’s pulse quickened with relief. Vince had unwittingly offered Barton a way to refuse…
Category: Original Lit
Misplaced Anger
Our last encounter was at Mike’s funeral. “I hope you’ll agree to meet with me Joe,” she wrote, as the…
A Passenger’s View, Tuesday’s Commute, and Other Poems
Like a pocket watch Reflecting lights in Sears, The stars’ sovereign presides over A fixed desert’s moisture. The jagged, sloping…
Infestation Pt. 1
Four months, no shame in that. Barton hadn’t intended to fall once more into its vicious and familiar embrace. When…
Diffusing History
After three years of caddying, I’d received the promotion every summertime employee at the Kitzbuhel Country Club in the Austrian…
Footprints in Sand
The sunlight tapped gently on the glass window. A soft breeze slipped through underneath. Clouds decorated sky, a portrait of…
Waiting for the Miracle
Mallory: I dance as though fire cleanses me, my hips the rhythm of bullets while Mickey eats green pie. Just…
I Am
I am from baking sheets From red dirt that stains And barbancourt I am from humid heat that weighs down…
The Banjo Man
Nervously playing with her hair, Annie pulled up his quiet, mountain drive. On the passenger seat next to her sat…
Extra, Extra and D.T.A.
Hollywood is my Emerald City. Beyond its golden gates lies beauty, imagination, and inspiration. The yellow brick road lies at…