Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 16: August 9, 2014
I awake at five. Toss and turn until seven. Then give up and center on the deck for the last time at Smuggs this season. Birdsongs, so different and yet similar, to home; the...
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Senior Prom
Short Story My collar was too tight. It was my brother’s old dress shirt, and he was a lot smaller than me. I tried to not make it obvious I was uncomfortable, and...
Smuggs Chronicle ’14, Day 15: August 8, 2014
The trail is a mix of gravel and dirt. Pine seedlings, high grass and ferns flank it on both sides. Morse mountain starts more evenly than Madonna. Until we come to the first rise....
Fading Luminescence
Mellow drums and a sullen guitar. These are the sounds of his footsteps. Sun-speckled skin like an old cigar He’s lived one life and is living another Faded are those that he once knew...
Smooth Sailing
Poem The water is choppy, and clouds cover the sky. This vessel between me and the ocean. A few miles back, the sun had shone, and I’d glided along, languid and calm. But...
