Gone without a Trace
Can you see me? Do you know who I am? I am the ghost walking along these streets. My face…
Category: Original Lit
An Unveiling
Cynthia, you should really try being yourself if you intend to succeed This projection of being an impeccable tease is…
The Hole
Angie could recall every detail of the burial of her father. It was the kind of perfect, balmy day that…
UnderGround
“Are you sure about this?” “I’m sure.” “Stop scratching.” “I’m sorry. It itches.” “I know it itches, but I’m prepping…
The Language Barrier
On his way back from the office, Donald Davenport called his wife Martha at home from the phone booth that…
Lessons I had learned me as good as they can be learned over at the Don Imus Rehab Ranch
I learned a lot out at the Don Imus Rehabilitation Ranch. People say that you can’t learn the way we…
Spirits Among Us
When I saw John Edward at the Westbury Theatre, I was not sold at all. If spirits walked around us,…
But I Pulled Out…, Valium, and Other Poems
It wasn’t love, exactly, but Valium, and I truly loved everything and shouted it to all the world: I love…
Death Made a Pie
I found old man Hendricks’s house fascinating. The sunken in roof. The broken rickety fence. The brown mass of grass.…
Ripple of Water, Destructive Whirlwind, and Words of a Man
I am a ripple of water Stretching Further and further outward Moving gracefully, slowly Steadily I wade through Back in…