Discussion about this post

User's avatar
Justin Deming's avatar

Distracted, fiction

When Daniel comes to, he blinks blood from his eyes. The teen unbuckles his seatbelt and crawls out the driver’s side window. He staggers up the embankment and sits on the dirt road, gazing at his father’s mauled Camaro.

Still in shock, he can’t recall what the text message said.

Expand full comment
Sharron Bassano's avatar

The Road Home - prose poem

The incessant drone of cicadas, a pebble in my shoe, stickle-burrs in my socks, wild mustard growing in the ditches.

The live oaks wave their tassels, covering the landscape with a fine golden pollen. Down this hot summer-dusty road, it’s only two miles and forty sneezes to my little home.

Expand full comment
47 more comments...

No posts