by Carol Casey The August sun has almost spun the straw to gold in the large stack behind the barn. We take turns sliding down its side, whooping in the earthy smell, the scratchy stalks tickling. Not sure why I go down backward, push off so hard. I land with a thump on almost…
by Chelsea Eccleston The smoke stung my eyes, making them water uncontrollably. It burned my lungs, making me cough and unable to breathe. I crawled along the floor unable to tell where the door was. Was it in front of me? Behind? I was running out of time. I choked…
by Gabriella Garofalo Grieve not, sister, for the invisible, The hard-toiling wind, the grass hikers trample, Death’s ashen brother, the sleep, Don’t fall prey of tangled thoughts, You know she has an attitude And gives it the large, you know her – Trust me, soon the mist will rise From…