Intro to Parenting

Richard and Laura had been married for three years. Their life was enjoyable; Richard worked at law firm downtown as an accountant and Laura waited tables at the diner four blocks from their home. The house they lived in wasn’t large, nor was it small; it was a ranch with two bedrooms and one bath with a single car garage. The neighborhood was fairly quiet. Their neighbors were mostly newly married couples in their late twenties like themselves. Hardly any of the families had any Continue reading →

Ben Nadler, Madison West High

His hand runs through his hair As if to show his own dismay, As if to be frustrated. And it might be that he doesn’t Know what to do with it. Short sleeved and a collar, Black with red. Worn, faded and out of focus. Set upon by a tie, Blue floral print, Once wallpaper. A chin cleft beneath a Half smile realization, tilted Glasses askew, in front of eyes Different size Black and thick The glasses. We wonder who is this guy. Ben Nadler, Continue reading →

Kitty Tina

She pounces back and forth as though she is made with a spring Her fur is soft, short, black and white At one end is a tail which twitches Back and forth as she gets ready To attack Her prey, invisible. She herself is certainly not invisible; Much more tangible like green grass in Spring, A better covering for an attack On her prey than if the hills were covered white As in winter. But now, already, The grass is long and in the wind Continue reading →


In front of him wrapped around the black leather wheel sits his hand, Turning the wheel, bringing the right hand down to the shifter, pushing the button and thrusting it forward. The beach was full of college students much the same way a retirement home was full of old people. Are you going to avoid those people? They are not capable of moving as fast as we are. Where we’re going, we don’t need road.

Meal Time

A food court filled with freshmen, The racks of stainless steel pots and pans stand taller than a cold iron mountain. Mystery abounds: the lines grow and shrink at random. Are the cookies cooked today? Grabbing a warm, wet tray, I begin my journey. I glance at the sandwich bar full of white meats and orange cheeses; Coasties frenzy over the green hummus and the not freshly baked croissants. Chick peas smashed into a paste, how good could it taste? Hummus actually does taste pretty Continue reading →

Columbian Cheveche vs. Wily Weasel

Columbian cheveche creates conflict At the zenith of flight Muscle meat taught against tendons Beneath, a beach on which, a weasel Greedily grabs for fishy food. The dark-crowned screech owl swoops Dropping down, daring the weasel to run. Struck aghast, slay of weasel on its way? Amber owl above brings carnage Talons making ready to mangle the meat. Fleeing from flight, folly is made Family and friends of weasel Form fortification for him. Owl observes efforts, Verily in vain assumes winged wonder. Swooping speedily slaughter Continue reading →

Twisted Reason She Killed Caylee

Her sleep was interrupted by Caylee. Her meals were interrupted by Caylee. Her grooming was interrupted by Caylee. But she didn’t mind Caylee. No, it was wrong to say that she didn’t mind her. It would be more accurate to say that she minder her a lot because of these things, but since she was brought into this home she has had a standing friendship with Caylee. Marley was only five weeks old when she was brought back from the Humane Society. The Richardsons, her Continue reading →

Private Interview

“Why did you do it John?” “Why did I do what? Why did I try to change the nation? Is that why you are here?” “You know why I am here. And yes, that includes wanting to know why you tried to change the nation. I want to know why you took that upon yourself, John. But that’s not all I want to know. I want to know why you did everything that you did. I want the whole story. I want to know what Continue reading →

1st person narratives of same event

Part 1 – It happened when I was little; I must have been five or six years old at the time. I remember it being warm out, the end of May. It was a nice day outside, the sun with a bright blue sky behind it with a scattering of white fluffy clouds. My mother was outside, taking a break and sitting on the bench swing reading a book. My older brother and sister and I were inside, playing. With my mother outside reading and Continue reading →

Norman Agate

“If you will just sign here and the loan for your museum is yours.” “How about that? Just need to write the eleven letters that make up Norman Agate?” Norman replied, wiping the mucus from his nose. “Now I will finally be able to break ground on the future home of Steve and all of his companions.” “Pardon?” “Oh Steve is-” But Norman was not able to finish his thought because at that moment two men burst into the room. These men wore suits, nice Continue reading →