Writer · Americans · Hemingway
Sitting at a desk with pen in hand. "It's us against the world." "Watch out, America." The circle of faces tight...
I was an optimist. I thought that I, like Hemingway, could weave my influence between countries, live in the welcomin...
He couldn't see through the rain. The rain covered everything in sight, like a thick veil of mosquito netting had bee...
You know this comforting feeling of nostalgia? It always catches me up, when I look at old pictures, just like this. ...
"I hope we never grow up," Kate said. "We will," answered Petra, "But we don't need to grow old." The memories of th...
An old sepia photo can be a bullet. It can tear through the lineup of neurons, neatly lined up like socks on a bed. I...
Half naked and desperate, the child climbed the thin bars of the door, her cage, staring at the world outside. Her ri...
It was difficult getting to people to understand that actually you wanted to be in the cage. That the cage was the sa...
The first few days she hadn't noticed the bars. She'd noticed very little about her surroundings other than that they...
As the walked along a long fenced pathway, she told Martin, that she was bringing him to a refugee camp, and that she...
She pulled her head back from the binoculars, a scowl on her face. The were all over the streets, and it was only a m...
The fat girl at Kentucky Fried Chicken touched my forehead with the palm of her hand. Her skin was oily and she had p...
They crouched to peer beneath the stairs.
They crouched to peer beneath the stairs, the grime and dirt on the old hardwood floor unsettling beneath their feet....
They crouched to peer beneath the stairs, their eyes reflecting the light like stars in the darkness. Not that anyone...
There was only a sliver of space between the floorboards and the door under the stairs. It wasn't even really a door....
A Time to grow And a Time to grow old A Time to learn And a Time to teach A Time to receive And a Time to give A Time...
"Carry the wreath, Henry, your mother is waiting." Father's terse words spoken from the side of his mouth, muffled b...
The sun this morning grows short thick shadows from the cobblestones. A sweaty head against the curb, red hatching at...
The city was empty.
The city was empty, like the set of a sci-fi movie when the aliens have chased everyone away or a nuclear explosion h...
I sat on the bench in the park. Breathed in the air. Smelled the ash and dust. It was quiet here, beneath the shade ...
I've been following Soulscum for a while now. I don't know what he wants. I don't know why he's here. All I know i...
The mail box never had anything I wanted so I went onto the next home. Usually I picked up a few interesting pieces f...
We sat on our toboggan at the top of the hill behind the house. It wasn't much of a sliding hill, but it was easy to ...
We made a little church of our own when we promised to marry. You asked me when I barely understood how to love you, ...
It had to be the bumblebee parachute. I wanted one with Hello Kitty on it but Al said no. Black and yellow clashed wi...
Wow. The Statue of Liberty. I've lived in New York my whole life, and have personally seen it one time, and it's on m...
He could remember the first time he saw that statue. It was one of those things you simply never forgot, like a first...
It was a gloomy day in the middle of no where all i could see was piles upon piles of hay, it felt late and i ont kno...
The fields were parched. There was no water. Where was the rain, she wondered as she stared across the cracked land...
I'll miss the way the breeze would blow hair into his eyes, and the way I would brush it away, asking him when he was...