Read a story. Live a better life. Be a hero.
If I weren't a ghost, you would see me. You would know there is more for you than the wind tossing you through an endless sky and thunder cracking the darkness while shards of lightning sizzle all around you. You would know there is more than just the lonely drone of your engine and the… Continue reading Final Approach
I still wander through the tall grasses stretching away from the back of our house down a shallow slope to a thicket of trees just in front of the train station. Yellow flowers scattered among the shimmering green waves smile at the sky, unknowing. It is their sturdiness of bliss I like most, and I… Continue reading Porajmos
He had to be there at 8:00 sharp. If he came too early, the old man wouldn't even get started. If he got there too late, they would do a little, but the old man wouldn't really get going before visiting hours were over. There was just something about the old man's mind that demanded… Continue reading Code
After the hot soup kettle had been scrubbed and set to dry in a wooden sink, after the dirt floor had been groomed with the tracings of a broom, after the last embers in the stone hearth had been shut behind clanky iron doors, after her mother kissed her forehead softly and shooed her to… Continue reading Miriam
We lived on Market Street. We lived among the remains of society who slept in its doorways and covered the sidewalks nightly with pools of misery smothered in silence. We were one of them.
