Death in the Family
I remember the night our father murdered our mother; the sound of flesh being pummeled, furniture…
by James Kunkel
I remember the night our father murdered our mother; the sound of flesh being pummeled, furniture…
by James Kunkel
I Never Knew… I never knew substance was an aphrodisiac. It’s like our soul winks when we…
by Jeremy Mulligan
PoemBy Deandre Currie-Lamar They say you can’t pick your death datethat’s a liePicture being trapped in…
by Deandre Currie Lamar
When I sit down to write anything I almost always know the picture I want to…
by Billy Tracy
Accessory To MurderBy Bonnelle (Johnny) Vang Since the terrible cold fell upon the spring tree,it has…
by Bonnelle Johnny Vang
There were four phones in the camp. They hung like souvenirs of another era on a…
by John DiMenna
No one can honestly claim to know it all. The infinite amount of knowledge out there…
by Cletus Rivera
Introduction Geneva was one of two grandmothers who raised me. She is the mother of my…
by Michael Wright
Love is Only HalloweenBy Damarcus Ivey TodayWhat if someone dressed upAs your lover?Masked their emotions and…
by Damarcus Ivey
Almost 8am, feeling bored, a bit lazy, I decided to drift towards work. Pulling open the…
by MIchael Wayne Hunter
