He came to me while dusting, stirring a passage to a past the color of smooth chocolate, suspended in sweet uncertainties.   We were in seventh grade, sharing the same…

If I jump into waters Be it sorrow that floods Or would it be water I swallow near the bank Ruptured and inundated Something of life So near to be…

he lies on stainless steel cold body on cold metal   he was warm once though somebody’s son somebody’s brother somebody’s husband somebody’s father   but that was before the…

Here are two possible prompts for this month’s writing contest.  You can always come up with your own.  This month we’re going to go for EXACTLY 90 words.  That’s not…