by William James –for Manchester, NH [2] Sitting on a graffiti’d stone overlooking the city. Watching jets take off from MHT. Ruiner is in my headphones & hell is empty. There’s sermons to read, lectures to write, & finally a warmth from the sun. All the houses look the same from this height. You’d like it here. I’m out of breath from the climb, but at least I’m climbing. Landing gear stowed…
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The Bully Inside
by Sean Heflin If there’s one thing Levi Levitt hates more than anything, it’s his best friend, Trish. It’s not that Levi doesn’t hate other things: he hates when the Cleveland Cavs lose, he hates when the cafeteria serves cardboard pizza with mushy tatter tots, he hates listing out what…
Sea Glass
by Gil Hoy When you’re a bottle 29 years go by fast, Not necessarily so for a little girl. Through Hurricane Hugo The whipping winds The crashing rain The stones that missed You, you survived intact to tell the tale of an 8 year old girl who walked along the…
Plato and Socrates Inventing Twitter
by David Tuvell You know me, if words hit harder than crack, I’d push them, blow up blocks. Small talk can’t see me. What you’re suggesting, though, there’s no right way to do it. The idea’s like carrying my wallet in the wrong pocket. Sure, to keep a secret, you…