The First Fourth
by Preston Ellington Born pressed ‘n squeezed, clasped down as a fearful boy, needing the strength a heavy heart can’t give trades in his very joy. To be alive, is to be able to die– ...
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The Replacement
by Robert Hengsterman We replaced Mother just as the days squeezed shorter and the leaves had begun their slow drip from their branches. It was a day etched into my memory. “Things happen,” Father said of the loss. His...
Read MoreThe Graves and Ghosts I’ve Known
by Morgan Winstead Ghost Adventures I don’t know what possessed me to use my friend’s family computer to search for “ghost videos” on YouTube. Maybe it was an evil spirit. Whatever the motivation was, I know that my...
Read Morewhen the fog lifts
by Alec Chilkotowsky grass saturated in dew, woken by the warming early day rise. the horizon lay reminiscent under guise, shrouded under a thick haze of coolness settling in the open valley. the surrounding presence is...
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