“The Kaleidoscope” By: Grace Bridges
Coloured scraps, broken toys, jagged edges, refracted light tumble around life’s kaleidoscope, never the same pattern twice. Everything is there: memories, desi...
Coloured scraps, broken toys, jagged edges, refracted light tumble around life’s kaleidoscope, never the same pattern twice. Everything is there: memories, desi...
I wave goodbye and I take my pills I smile at nothing and I take my pills I write a bad poem and I take my pills I taste the cold steel gun and I take my...
It’s Friday night, and I’m at the bar with my friends for my birthday. We sit at a tall table toward the back of the green lit room. We look at menus while our ...
There is a 7-year cycle of economic crash The sun never set within the British territories The yingzheng of Qin burned all the bamboo books And buried all the C...
The eyes that see this story are waving at me ecstatically, are eyes that will flower erratically into the formless buttocks of the animal kingdom is showing it...
You ask yourself and you’re not sure what all this is really for you want to sleep but it won’t come your mind is tired but still must...
Twenty-minutes passed, he had become completely involved. Twenty minutes ago, she had lost interest. She had plans, reservations for dinner and then the theater...
I walked in the door with my briefcase and grocery bag, said hello and Randy jumped up from the couch and smacked the groceries out of my hand spilling them all...
On the final stretch of her eight mile run Morgan became fixated on the last slice of pumpkin praline cake leftover from Thanksgiving—a significant wedge lying ...
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 ...