• The wealthy dogs only shitted on the left side of the street, filled with red fire hydrants and a plethora of shimmering bermuda grass to comfort their paws mid squat; the strays passed by on the left, hoping to find a loose shoe to chew or drain to sniff into, delving themselves into the liberation without a leash.

  • Deft she was not. Nor graceful. Nor beautiful by contemporary, bottomless standards. But she had girt. A soft smile. A deep gaze. And expanding embrace of the dance floor. So I said hello.

  • They were a collection of misfits. Former teachers, indoor plumbers, delivery men, and one who held a summer job at an ice cream stand. They had no similarities other than their fate–to be the seven who saw the thing only they could save.

  • An an instant, everything loved was lost. The blast from the small 1993 SUV four-door was so great that the nearby trees could only be identified through photographs. Accidental catastrophe. Life taken through the continuous small actions of torment extended towards a man who did not want to live anymore, exhibited through the ignition of his…[Read more]

  • The claims we make on life are temporary. How much we own, how much we think we know, the phrases or people we claim to hold dear—these are the things that pass away. But it is the moments, the small moments in each breath, tidbit of knowledge, spoken word, or listening ear, that allow us to make this permanent claim for life every second of the…[Read more]

  • Silence

    Speak now or forever hold your violence.

    For those that say nothing, do nothing, and dare others to do the same,

    Are as silent as the wind that leans against the tree

    but causes nothing to shake, not even one limb.

    If civility is the art of pleasing,

    then justice is the art of allowing others to realize.

    Speak now…[Read more]

  • Speak nor or forever hold your violence.

    For those that say nothing, do nothing, and dare others to do the same.

    Or as silent as the wind that leans against the tree

    but causes nothing to shake, not even one limb.

    If civility is the art of pleasing, then justice is the art of allowing others to realize.

    Speak now or forever hold…[Read more]

  • The responsibility of Jack’s job was quite simple. Do not let the young maiden’s of Anna Lee’s Girl Power circle infiltrate the BoysRule GirlsDrool fort made up of a collection of pillows, chairs, tree limbs, and an old lawn mower from Uncle Tim’s garage down the street. Years later, Jack would go on to marry Anna Lee, but for that moment, Jack’s…[Read more]

  • The show playing on 5th street had very little displayed out front. Many of the old, wooden theatre seats were only filled with dust balls or lose screws. There were no paparazzi to be found. The stage lights blinked, exerting all the effort possible to keep the stage aglow for one more act, the act of thirty velvet-covered kids acting as…[Read more]

  • The show playing on 5th street had very little displayed out front. Many of the old, wooden theatre seats were only filled with dust balls or lose screws. There were no paparazzi to be found. The stage lights blinked, exerting all the effort possible to keep the stage aglow for one more act, the act of thirty velvet-covered kids acting as…[Read more]

  • The musical playing on 5th street had very little displayed out front. Many of the old, wooden theatre seats were only filled with dust balls or lose screws. There were no paparazzi to be found. The stage lights blinked, exerting all the effort possible to keep the stage aglow for one more act, the act of thirty velvet-covered kids acting as…[Read more]

  • The sound of her voice came like a winter chill on the backs of our necks. “Time to come in,” my mother shouted. She did not know that we were far beyond our front yard by now–we were in the land of Oz, the battleships of space, the adventures of the raging seas. So much travel can come with the drop of a few flakes of snow, and the mind the…[Read more]

  • The method of sweeping the gym floor never changed for Jim Walton, 35-year janitor of Pedora Middle School. Back and forth, in deliberate vertical lines, until not a speck of dust was left. How he longed to be remembered for the specks he swept away, and for the small speck that people saw in him.

  • When we live in a time that ‘size’ is our dignity’s own four-lettered word, something we turn away from in shame and embarrassment, we forget that the our bodies do not bulge in shame but in possibility. We are weighed down not by our bodies but by our lack of attention to the capacities of those bodies to be seen, loved, and reinvigorated.

  • Will B. Somethin commented on the post, end 6 years, 5 months ago

    There are very few expected endings: romantic comedies, bits of rope, that last bit of your chocolate birthday cake. Despite these expected endings, however, the letting go is not easier. The realization of departure, separation, or discontinuation is still ever as cruel when it is done in plain sight. ‘We know not what we have until it is gone’…[Read more]

  • Will B. Somethin commented on the post, cry 6 years, 5 months ago

    There is plenty of empty glass mason jars hear beside me to collect your tears. There are tissues, chocolates, movies, rain boots, and your favorite quilt right by our bare feet on the wood floor as our bodies sink deeper and deeper into the couch’s embrace. Let the time and mourning come. We are here. Now. Together. Vulnerable. Yet. So. True.

  • Let life be your master. Let the intricacies of your daily occurrence into this world be the things that guide you–the slurping of your soup, the exhale of the morning, the glance of the morning paper and the world around you, the world inside of you.

  • He grew up as a man with one ambition: political life. He died as a man with one regret: political life. The difference between what we sometimes want and the regrets of the things we have is not perhaps found in unexpected salaries or work conditions, but rather, in the fact that our ideals are sometimes best fulfilled in professions we have not…[Read more]

  • Will B. Somethin commented on the post, now 6 years, 5 months ago

    Now backwards means you won. But I don’t think that means looking back will always bring one victorious results. If you switch them around, now also can become ‘own,’ a verb usually meaning an act of submission, of slavery of one thing over the other, an entitlement. Any yet if we can do anything in our lives to bring fruit, the ability to “own”…[Read more]

  • There was a single lit flame, a small fire of its own for the holiday garland surrounding the sole white candle on the old wooden table. Its mere existence represented a presence and an absence–the absence told by another family chair empty at the table, the presence of a reminder through flame that the chair would be filled again.