Shoganai

We arrive not long after the report. The home is averagely small and colorless, like all the other homes along the street. My partner knocks on the door. The frail, old man comes out; he knows what it is that he's done. My partner and another official take him to the car. The rest of... Continue Reading →

The High Before The Drop

There I was, standing in line after a long day of drudging across shops filled with trinkets galore: bobble heads smelling of fake plastic, shakable globes with wooden, etched out designs you can run your fingers in between, scratchy t-shirts with some silly font splashed across the chest area. She pushed to come here, kept... Continue Reading →

Yet the Woods Sing Still

I. Birth   Grace grows from Her arms, Falling past the lake that bows Toward Her elegant legs Of virginal innocence.   The sea wished She were near His bold waves, to see him crush The demon's ship for Her.   The prairie rejoices in Her voice Which She sang from birth To Mother who... Continue Reading →

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