The Importance of Nomenclature
written by: Anita G. Gorman
When John Smith met Mary Jones, they fell in love almost immediately, even though Mary was ...
The Orphan Seed
written by: Art Blacktooth
The pulse of a mother's love is tense, a cluster of tiny cells hungry for protein. There is no warmth ins...
The Love of A Mother
written by: Marian Wood
@EyeOfMazz
Our roots are deep just like my thoughts and her red sweater,
Looking at her I decided that ...
Crewel
written by: Jemimah Wren
I got out of my car, took off my jacket, and put it and my purse into the trunk. Carrying just a clipboard, pen and my...
The Cupcake
written by: R.J. Cowley Jr.
“There ain’t nobody in all of Hawkinsville who likes sweet stuff more ’n me, except for my best friend Jamal...
Rakshasa's Return
written by: NOBODY
Squealing children freed from the prison of 4th grade swarmed out of class to the rat-a-tat of the final school...
H(OUR) LIFE
written by: Deborah Jane
All my children have but one life to live
Many times they will be young and restless
Hope as the world turns, f...
FOXTROT
written by: Martina Reisz Newberry
This morning, as soon as the sun was up,
I walked into the city past the small
deli/coffee shop where a w...
