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Writer’s Choice

Letter to My Ghost Kingdom

I mourn for the words of nobodies who had vital lessons or exceptional stories to tell, but they died, and their words were never found.

Last Night I Dreamt

The basement flooded and I watched the water fill the house to the rim. My books were ruined and I began to write my own.

Deeply Rooted

I am hugging a tree, grounded with roots descending deep into the earth, blood as sap circulates and nourishes my body.

Quiet Reflection on a Trying Year

My first time alone on New Year’s Eve, future uncertain, past unresolved. The desire for time travel escapes me.

Blue!

There once was a boy named Max. Not just an ordinary boy, but a boy who could fly.

Breakdown

I buy admission to the tattered big top amidst a hundred or more whose skin is the color of my own.

Heathen

As your elder’s trunk snapped, you turned and ran, like a terrified child unsure which way the sky was falling.

The Barn

I mulled over what I could have done differently. A crack in one of the hazy panes caught my eye. A fissure.