Category: poetry

in this city we once called home are there places you still can’t go? afraid the shadows’ll pull you down their dark chasms? circle the perimeter, hold a finger to its invisible fence the border between past and present between what ifs and might have beens and what ares and what is will it shock […]

reading a well-written story — you know like the kind that gets published in these journals– is like being transported back to long family road trips where you fall asleep in the back of the car, head tilted against the glass, soft hum of tire riding pavement blends with the hush of mom and dad’s […]