B590C977-42AC-414B-B7F5-57787F3E2C50

Poetry: The Dear Jane Letter

The Dear Jane Letter by Steve Cooke When Death’s dry whisper hollered for my wife And almost sixty years of love was gone, I was alone, with none to share my life. The house now rang with silent cinnamon. My soul was stalled, until that day my phone Was jarred awake with tidings in your […]

tumblr_o4o3y2EURj1ugs5g9o1_500-7528

Fiction: Palm Springs

Palm Springs is a pastel city. Everything in it has a tint of gray, its buildings, its furniture, the clothes worn by its people, and most of all, in their sexual proclivities-ambiguity. So, when they found Stoddard Wells dead, splayed out in a sterile alley near a large potted plant, in his only suit, wearing […]