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...
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Death Wish
Short Story 1. The 27th Birthday- Back then, everything was fine. Good days have a way of burning themselves deep in our memory, and then itching like a bitch every time it hurts later....
There Is No End
Poem In the darkest tunnel after shadows black and long. He awaits me, with his hands towards me… I am walking like a ghost not afraid of the misty clouds and the cold...
Fixed On War
Short Story Face down in the mud, I dragged myself through thorns and thickets of shrubs. The damp was seeping into my boots, and the chill biting at my flesh. My men surrounded...
Interview of a Lifetime
Short Story Grant slides his tie into the nook of his collared shirt. Looking at the mirror, he makes sure it is placed perfectly. He runs his hand through his hair; it is...
The Price of Life
Poetry About Life They still pick his pieces off the pavement, Careen. Puzzle pieces pick such somber songs. Astonished explanations, all strewn insides, vacant Empty manhood. Cheating mothers leave only nothing. Here he...
Even Death Is Better
Poem The clock is ticking, the room is dark, no one’s breathing, I want to hide, I want to cry, but she holds me tight. Her image is a stone, her smell is...
