Home Coming
The high school auditorium is packed chock-full of people, many I don’t recognize. It’s been at least three years since…
The high school auditorium is packed chock-full of people, many I don’t recognize. It’s been at least three years since…
Some artists have an inexhaustible creative vitality, an undying obsession with expression, an inability…
The Actress stood barefoot in the hallway, discoursing on what great respect she had for me even though we could…
©2011 Glass Onion Productions A knock on the door. A disheveled looking thirty-some year old man opens it to find…
When you think of the 1960s, a culturally prescribed set of images spring to mind without a moment’s thought. Flowers…
By Nat Whilk ©2011 Glass Onion Productions The window was open and nothing was coming in. Laura moaned as she…
He is a total wreck that needs to be reassembled screwed and bolted hammered and nailed polished and fueled in…
“My name doesn’t matter,” she says as you attempt conversation behind the buzzing of the cafe. She’ll stand in front…
You go to Office Depot or Staples one Saturday morning. You are well rested, invigorated for the words to flow…
Hundreds of young men aspire to be like the rappers and recording artists they look up to. Many dreamers…