Lit

We shared books that summer and conversation. What would it have been like to repair and then sail a boat?   We discussed the underlying themes, wondering   what we would salvage if...

They’ll tell you that Kentucky bluegrass isn't really blue. But perhaps they've never seen it at that curious moment when the ground wakes up and yawning...

She felt it in her toes that morning, dread that she would shove into ivory heels and dance on beneath heavy clouds. He felt...

Nikki’s uncle Pete was sprawled across the hood of an old Chevy, bullshitting with another half-dozen men taking a breather from their barstools. She...

I shared my first kiss with two boys, best friends. It’s a story I’ve told often, usually at someone else’s urging. I sacrificed my...

In search of supreme knowledge I found but a dew drop At dawn A A A   Michael Allen's work has appeared or is forthcoming in Bare Hands Poetry, the Nervous...

Freezing rain pinged the skylight after the late news, thanks to the Appalachians damming the air from New England.   Patti first hears the crack of the thin Bradford pear...

She tried to take deep breaths and think of what her happy place might look like if she had one, but she kept getting...

A Short Play * SETTING: The stage is bare except for an open shoebox center in a pool of light. AT RISE: The actors, there may be...

'Bohemian Lyrics Situator' is a bit of an inside joke, so the proper title is 'The Goodbye Song.' Even within my short, young life,...