The Last Time Lying cuts the tongue, Taste – torched and twisted Hiding heat repels resolution Leaving lies leaves lament, The truth triumphs, I’ve taken too much time. And with time lent and spent I’ve riddled with discontent, Granted time is torment. Penalized for two centuries And forty-five decades, to compensate, For […]
Poetry: We Are. by Dallas Sappington
We Are. Existence in the present feels like a rubber band pulled tight. Never knowing how much more pressure can be added before it snaps. We are uneasy. Mother Nature’s children are being taken from her too soon. It is beyond her control. We are mourning. The skies have become vengeful. Mother Nature is displeased. […]
Podcast The Pub 51: NaNoNowWhat?
In this episode, we talk about what to do after completing NaNoWriMo. Sarah learns to photoshop chickens into a scene of Jurassic Park, just in time for Christmas. Kayla works on a short story while we podcast, just like she did with her novel during English classes. Sara refers to the other cast members as Rachel, Phoebe, […]
Fiction: Francis Street
It’s just a street, a city street. There’s no reason for him to be buttonholing strangers, grabbing their arms, saying, Don’t you see? And of course he doesn’t. But he must be imploring them with his eyes, because they keep veering away, a young woman in a gauzy white dress even crossing against traffic […]