Dear Mr. Poe And his lover, Amontillado, What did it mean When it killed Fortunato? Sad Mr. Poe And your friend Melancholy, Did Virginia know That you bathed in violent folly? Miserable Mr.
Alone isn’t such a lonely place to be. Not when there’s acres of intriguing island to explore and worlds of possibility. I’ve seen at least three different ecosystems already, which
I hunch forward in the uncomfortable vinyl chair, pull in a deep breath, and hold it. The waiting room around me is a bright, sterile white from floor to ceiling, and it smells
Walter Stevens had finally stacked all his paperwork into organized piles when a whirlwind of brunette curls came barreling through the door. She marched straight up to his teller window and slammed down
Ancient as the knotted oak, He is the wisest of all his folk— White his coat and beard and tail; Keen eyes glowing without fail. His memory is deep; his knowledge, vast; His
I’m stuck in the middle of drama that isn’t my problem anymore. The walls are caving in, and my escape isn’t through a door. Only a few could break out
Sunlight glittered on the liquid streets— Like a sea of diamonds, Michele thought as he ran to meet His darling at the Shining Islands, A restaurant they were fond of Since the beginning
“Enunciate, please!” “You’re talking too fast.” “Quit slurring your words.” “We’ll break you of that.” These are the voices Others put into my head. How can this part of me Be
I sit. I sigh. I watch the faces, None the one I wish to see. My eye erases The scene; the places Phase and swirl. Instantly I'm where I want to be. Blue
On a bustling college campus, you encounter many people. When you pass someone on the sidewalk, do you try to make eye contact and smile? Maybe say hello? Imagine that you look up
I waddled down the narrow hallway, huffing as I clutched my Justice League action figures in my left hand. Careening around the corner, I shouted, “Dad! Wonder Woman and Batman set up a
It was late in May when I traveled alone to a family gathering out West. I didn’t know my relatives very well, but I knew them enough to view the visit as
The place I want to go to is blustery and wild. It is where no car has driven before, no man has walked before. It is starry, silvery as sleep, dainty as dreaming,