Seven

I didn’t want to stand there in my tux and bowtie with Dad and Sue under the big oak tree. Continue reading →

Gone

On bloodied toilet, a woman cries.       Rob Parrish grew up near the Mississippi River in west central Continue reading →

Phyllis’s Fate

      Glenna Cook is native to the Pacific Northwest, now residing in Tacoma, Washington. At age fifty-eight, she Continue reading →

Childhood Toys

After two hours reuniting with twenty year old toys stored in the attic since he was ten, Star Wars, He-Man Continue reading →

Boundaries

Not just lines on maps, nor rules in a book. Feelings trapped, anger like plate glass in front of me. Continue reading →

Just War Theory

It’s a just war and necessary, the president asserts. A just war to protect us, congress agrees. This war is Continue reading →

Marcus Hook

I come home through Marcus Hook, where the sky is always set to twilight. Its only draw is the crab Continue reading →

Airport

If the airport were alive, it would secure its beloved 767s, hug them home from long journeys, and push them Continue reading →