I told Lamar to call me when we hit quota. I wanted to hear the excitement in his voice, that of which Read More
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When I was fifteen, my grandmother passed away. She lived a long life, the leading matron of our entire family and hub Read More
This poem was originally published by The Fiction Pool.
This poem was originally published in Neologism Poetry Journal.
This poem was originally published by Spillwords Press.
This poem was originally published in Picaroon Poetry (Issue #18).
This poem was originally published in Eunoia Review.
Staring through a window, I didn’t see my reflection, but instead my corpse. My chest caved in; my lungs sucked dry from Read More