SCENE 1 A brown-haired girl is standing on a street corner, looking around, checking a folded paper she is holding and is accompanied by a blue-haired boy. Also looking. Both are wearing casual clothing. ATTICUS   So, Alice sent you…? JAYLENE  Yes. ATTICUS   To look for a part for her project. JAYLENE  Yes, but…

She smelled like peaches and happiness. She feels like soft grass and a cool breeze on a summer day. She looks like God made another angel that day. She smiles like a faerie with a secret. Her laugh makes the whole earth go quiet. Her tears make all hearts softly break. She takes me along…

I was always taught  To put receipts away. As every item is bought, In my desk that paper stays. From the headset on my desk  Including the board I type this on. Should something turn out grotesque By the next day it would be gone. But now, I think, should the time come,  That is…

Sometime between dusk and dawn In a col stop on the edge of town A glass angel walked in the door. Though we wore no crown, She greeted each of us like queen. And with grace sat down to read. She was the friendliest face I’d seen After a night cold and tired. I was…

Hungover in a museum  I struggled to read the self important words of artists that thought themselves poets and wordsmiths reaching into nothing trying to stitch meaning through the sterile displays after drinking with Foreigners seeing the palaces of Kings enjoying the beauty of Music these pompous halls held nothing for me with no one …

Dreaming The crimsons fade as dusk settles away I dreamt you here with me, overlooking our final moments The fires set deeply within   I remember those nights when you held me near Your clouded mind fogging our vision Lying your fair frustration upon our bed   Now, your fevered touch within my dreams raises…

“Are you alright, ma’am?” The young sheriff’s deputy asked in a kind, southern drawl. “I guess so,” she said shaking. “I mean…I am not sure.” She sat on the passenger side of the truck. The door was open, the top right side of her body leaned against the front of the bench while her legs…

I still remember the burnt candles in the crawl space beneath our home. Fear shook me, and I loved it. On that day, my interest in the paranormal was ignited. The year was 2000, and we lived in a beautiful five-bedroom, hardwood floor, hundred-year old home. My family and I were ecstatic until things started…

Plush black and white tuxedo feline Fountain of whiskers, amber eyes blink, blink, blinking I sip sweet organic Gumitindo while reading the new york times it’s the first spring morning without you on the patio, curled up like a comma drowsing under trailing trumpet vines squirrels chatter, flickers tap, tappity, tapping crabapple tree blossoms, a…

In the pastoral Blue Ridge Mountains, young women followed in the tradition of their mothers and sisters to attend Woodson College, a private women’s college of 800 students. During freshmen week at Woodson, girls arrived in Mercedes and Lincoln Continentals with their fathers—bankers, CEOs, politicians, and their mothers who cancelled Country Club tee times to…

Rain pitter patters against my window in a soft, melancholy beat. The rhythm is familiar; the song is a crescendo that soothes even the faintest of heart. Dreary Sunday mornings like this, where it is never fully day or night, are rare. With both parents out of the house and no plans for the day,…