The Aftermath of Absurdity
By Christi Buchanan It’s Friday and we just came off lock. I’ve had a flaming headache…
by Christi Buchanan (VA)
Christi Buchanan (VA)By Christi Buchanan It’s Friday and we just came off lock. I’ve had a flaming headache…
by Christi Buchanan (VA)
By C. Michael LambrixJuly 2012 Never thought a common barnyard turkey would cause me to question…
by Michael Lambrix (FL)
By Michael Wayne Hunter “Lock up! Lock up!” Officer Diaz, a squat, aging man, gratingly bellowed,…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
By Santonio D. Murff A sunny blue sky and a cool summer breeze greeted me as…
by Santonio Murff (TX)
A Short Story By William Van Poyck When the assassins come they kill everyone. That is…
by William Van Poyck (FL)
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker Part 4 can be read HERE It would be highly illogical of…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker (TX)
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker Part 3 can be read HERE In an essay on Proust, Samuel…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker (TX)
By Reginald S. Lewis A cold, blustery wind blew furiously through Graterford maximum-security prison in Collegeville,…
by Reginald Sinclair Lewis (PA)
by Christi Buchanan Adoption is a cold, sterile thing. No pomp. No ceremony. A child is…
by Christi Buchanan (VA)
By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hunter,” a guard shoved mail through my cell bars. No one knows…
by Michael Wayne Hunter (CA)
