Fiction: Man Falls From Crane by Jon Strickland
Each day at my window I notice new things about the glass and concrete as the towers rise across Seattle.
Each day at my window I notice new things about the glass and concrete as the towers rise across Seattle.
The teacher cuts out the shape in thick white poster-board.
The good things Jane knew were things you were supposed to keep safe to yourself.
If I lean my head close to that tree, I hear voices.
Trina missed what her life was supposed to be at forty-something, well fifty-one.
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August 5 is my Kit Birthday, the day I turn 17 years, 10 months, and five days. After that, I will no longer have an older brother.
If she went back now, she could slip into bed, and he would never notice she had left.
my son is teaching a cat to play a tiny toy piano.
You are going to take off your shoes and run towards the water. With your friends. You are going to embrace the now.