Fiction Learn To Fly “I think they call it flying because it uses all the same muscles,” Anael says. Above, a shout, “Ready! Hup!” and a shadow sails through afternoon sunbeams.
Poetry Fireworks Green is gorgeous is too soon gone, / she thought. Rockets fell toward new year’s dawn.
Poetry Energy Solutions again, i was all alone / and awake / (just lying there) / when the first wave came with a strong wind
Fiction A Castle in the Air It was a hot July day in the mountains of Virginia. The earth swam in a faint blue haze of heat that rose from river and cliff.
Poetry Centralia along centre street in midtown ashland / where william’s woods’ dark seams form a forum ...
Humor The Silence of the Drams As a professional liquor reviewer, the pandemic saw me locking my immune system up tighter then Fort Knox.