It longed to fit in: not get called names like freak or puppet, attend school with friends and be considered human. Now, it didn’t matter.
Corey Miller (@IronBrewer) brews beer in Cleveland. For more work check out www.CoreyMillerWrites.com
I make all the mistakes in the world but never the same one twice. Here’s the story: I made a friend once.
A. J. Crowan draws things, sometimes writes things and lives in Utah.
Golden lights in the sky, acoustic guitar, brick patio at a stranger’s house. When I met you, I understood why people write poetry.
Bryn Yoder works odd jobs while waiting for a long-lost Nigerian relative to pass and bestow his fortune upon her. Fingers crossed.
There are no treasures here. Everything is mildewed, cracked, torn, incomplete, forlorn.
He moves from room to room trying not to remember.
Thomas Cochran lives in rural Arkansas.