- May 29, 2018
Like a fine wine there’s a bond. The fermentation and the combination of flavors. My brother and I started our friendship like crushed...
- May 24, 2018
I wait for the girl's voice. She writes in silence, expressing her feelings. I capture a person's life. Sad moments. Happy moments. Angry...
- May 14, 2018
Sticks and Stones
The night is young. I must check the next dumpster. As I go through the black garbage bags, I see a doll that needs an eye, an old broken...
- May 6, 2018
He never enjoyed fun very much. While the other kids were running around on the playground, he preferred hurting small animals and...
- May 3, 2018
Before They Could Spell Their Names
Clouds block the sun today. Every time I close my eyes I see: Children under their desks, Mr. Franklin pushing his desk to the door, and...