Published 1m ago - Casey Alexander
Arthur by Casey Alexander Ted’s boss wanted an explanation; his eyebrows conveyed that the situation was grave. He stood accused of unauthorized leisure, of shirking a critical duty: in the excitement of filling out the monthly reports, he’d forgotten the ... More »
Published 5y ago - Jeffrey Meyers
Roger chugged up to the woodsy landing in a metal rowboat with a spluttering outboard motor. He wore a slouch hat, torn shirt, baggy trousers and moccasins without socks. His mouth hung open to exaggerate his surprise and welcome. He beamed at me with hi... More »
Published 6y ago - Rebekah Iliff
She or he, or them or they; We’re all the same in some small way. We crazy laugh, and then we cry As dreams unmet leave us with “why?” Blake’s famous poem says it so: We all are meant for “joy and woe.” As suns do set they also rise Upon our hearts... More »
