Short Fiction: The Survivor

Six years in prison had changed Ray Stencil. For one thing, he had grown a moustache. (One does what one must to survive in jail.) Now, released back into society, he felt like a fish out of water, or a small fish in a big pond, or a lonely grouper swimming among sharks. Perhaps the... Continue Reading →

Poem: The Hedgehog of Truth

On a still and chilly afternoon, Through the shady columns of a secret grove, Pressing footprints in softest grass, A man walked quietly and alone.   He passed beneath a towering willow, That had stood there for a hundred years, The leaves upon its mighty beams, Hung like emerald chandeliers.   And there beside the... Continue Reading →

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