Oh, my dear Judasyou once meanteverything. We played, laughedand fought demonstogether. We wanted to liveand take on thecruel world. But your family hatedme hanging ...

A freeform poem about my experience with depression.

Sunset The red sky said Not yet TwilightThe bright moon winksStage right Nightfall The stars espiedMasked ball

I am a Christian. After years of life in a sheltered church environment, I dove out into the world to find people in different ...

as the end of the year approaches,we gather with loved ones far and neargiving thanks for things that have come beforeand offering hope for ...

Jade Home is the old farmhouse in the middle of the prairie, miles outside of town. Where Pa tended to pigs, and Ma, the ...

After everyone had blinked a couple times, Rilke imagined a mountain stream, fixated on the way the cold water splashed through the fine, sparkly ...

How do I explain the bubbles rising withinHow do I identify the tingling in my feetHow do I count the reasons my lips keep ...

November was sunny, yet chilly. The unmistakable scent of Thanksgiving wafted through Aunt Vickie’s home. As soon as one walked through the door, the ...

I’ve long been disappointed with the lack of diverse characters in popular fiction today. My current work in progress is an attempt to shrink ...