“The Scar on Your Hand” By: Sheridan Gillam
Sitting in my truck, I remember the scar on your hand. I remember how it was revealed by the sleeve of your sweatshirt scrunched up against my side as your arm ...
Sitting in my truck, I remember the scar on your hand. I remember how it was revealed by the sleeve of your sweatshirt scrunched up against my side as your arm ...
The sea boils with a combination of brown kelp and anchovies. Terns fling themselves from gray sky, belly flop like clowns, disappear under water. ...
1. Few realized how quickly the world was converging on itself. In fact, few believed the world was converging at all. The earliest reports were dismissed, labe...
I can tell you why I compare to her. Why I’m just as good as she is. She isn’t any better than me, I’m most certain of it, well nearly. I don’t see why Sammy le...
47cmx68cm paper, ink, feather