i sit with glasses
It’s a wretched thing that I need glasses. Smugly, each is perched or nestled with me, I am made a pack mule and a yoked beast. They are different though, … Read More
It’s a wretched thing that I need glasses. Smugly, each is perched or nestled with me, I am made a pack mule and a yoked beast. They are different though, … Read More
Written by David Joël La Boon I make a point to walk into every bookstore I see or to take the long way through town giving me reason to see … Read More
Written by Ashley Johnson Who now keeps the desert We held in our upturned palms – A cradled, sun-fallen mirage flung far against the sanded hearts of mountains? Who now … Read More
Written by Stephen Schelling “Daddy, why is my name ‘Mary’?” six-year-old Mary asked her father, Christopher. They were sitting on a sofa together, Mary resting in her father’s warm arms, … Read More
Written by Stephen Schelling The young man fidgeted outside the conference room door. He adjusted his poorly knotted tie and tried to smooth his wrinkled suit. He took a … Read More
Written by Stephen Schelling Photographed by Jeremy Wong It’s Ava!” Grandma Ava practically yelled. “‘A’ as in say, not ‘A’ as in apple. How come you never figured that out?” … Read More
Written and photographed by Stephen Schelling Cerberus sat inside a restaurant in Vientiane having a three-way conversation inside its heads. The restaurant was small. There was no menu. There was … Read More