Writing

WORDS / PAUL WILLIAMS McLEMORE ROSS – 1967 The boat left Hué at dusk, quartering against the setting sun up the Perfume River until it ...

BY SCHULER BENSON From her black leather bag, Miranda produces the kit she carries in the event she has to do it. Removed from the velour po...

By Kody Ford Matt and Katy Henriksen seem to stumble into literary events. In 2008, they planned the Frank Stanford Literary Festival, which...

By Christopher Mulrooney say what you like about Rome insomnia kills you there your guts on fire with rentlessness root of all ill booming w...

By Christopher Mulrooney I. Brokeback Market you check your guns at the door the lonesome cowboys on the soundtrack watch your every move wi...

By Christopher Mulrooney where were you while the morning stars sang why I was receiving my jobation thank you very much as the anchorman sa...

By Christopher Mulrooney you kick the sign in your forehead with your own left foot it isn’t a guarantee by any means something about ...

[Ed. Note: The following story is written from two perspectives. The male perspective is by George Drake, Jr., while the female perspective ...

By Jamie Cooper The seriousness with which you concentrate makes me think youth is an illusion. You claimed to be a lover of light. You look...