The Day God Died
By C. Michael LambrixJuly 2012 Never thought a common barnyard turkey would cause me to question…
By C. Michael LambrixJuly 2012 Never thought a common barnyard turkey would cause me to question…
By Michael Wayne Hunter “Lock up! Lock up!” Officer Diaz, a squat, aging man, gratingly bellowed,…
By Santonio D. Murff A sunny blue sky and a cool summer breeze greeted me as…
A Short Story By William Van Poyck When the assassins come they kill everyone. That is…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker Part 4 can be read HERE It would be highly illogical of…
by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker Part 3 can be read HERE In an essay on Proust, Samuel…
By Reginald S. Lewis A cold, blustery wind blew furiously through Graterford maximum-security prison in Collegeville,…
by Christi Buchanan Adoption is a cold, sterile thing. No pomp. No ceremony. A child is…
By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hunter,” a guard shoved mail through my cell bars. No one knows…
By Thomas Bartlett Whitaker Several months ago, I had to write a short paper on the…