With her right hand at one o’clock on the steering wheel and left hand deep into a one-pound bag of Mister Bee potato chips, Aunt Mary Jo remarked, “We’ll just keep going until we get there.”
Read More Hiraeth – by Rhonda E Carper
Should warmth be a word reserved to the world of touch? Laughter
and joy, reserved to the world of emotion?
Read More What Will You Say? – by Andrew Shaughnessy
The pungent scent of sulfur
fires out from the gangrenous fumes
of societal decay we don’t smell anymore
Read More Thoughts and Prayers – by Renee Cronley
The burnt roast from yesterday hanging in the air,
Read More I Sensed It Was Beginning – I Sensed It Was Ending – by Lindsey Harrington
another, in a long list of disappointments.