Stories from
April, 2021

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.