Do you have anything to write about when you stay in one place too long? All you ever see are these four walls and that backyard, and how much can you really write about those? Emily Dickinson would say plenty, but maybe she was a braver soul who roamed wider on the page. All the … Continue reading Untitled Soul
Sorrow
My Friend, David
Looking in at the window, David can see his friend Emily standing on a stool pulled up next to her grandmother's kitchen counter. David is supposed to be on his way home with the soda and chips his step-mom demanded he retrieve for her. If he didn't get back in the time she thought he … Continue reading My Friend, David
Seeking Prose 