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As Is the Beginning, Is the End
Short Story Jeanne Ann Westveer was born in 1935. Jeanne married John Frederick Girard Rooks in 1960. She is the mother of my mother, making her my grandmother. When I’m writing this, my...
Finite Set Of Steps
Poem Deeply so you may tell yourself of love Of other worlds Awestruck, being only the thing You can claim to have hit Accuracy never the strong suit Matching with those shoes Color...
Animal Dilemmas – Camel Moth
Short Story The Queen Moth crawled up the crack in the rock into the light and flew up in the hot desert air. It circled the large rock that was its kingdom and...
A Yard House Encounter
The beer sampler at the Yard House comes in six 5-ounce glasses. That’s a duce shy of two pints. Chris and I down them while we share an appetizer of boneless buffalo wings with...
Words Are Hollow
Love Poem After days and nights, many fights, days of spring and summer, auburn fall and colder winter. All the battles we fought together! All dawns we spent and laughed! Friends and smiles...
Dazed and Disconnected
Modern Fiction “I’m done with this shit!” I said, starring intently at the screen promptly, begging me to reconsider my account. I wonder if they will all think I just disappeared, I thought. Then...
Flash Fiction Exercises
Flash Fiction Exercises Dry: One Syllable Rejection He stands from the bed, as if I’d gone. His strides are long as he moves to the edge of the room. His spine pokes up through...
