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 social studies and English classes. He wore glasses and gravitas sublime and unknowable.   I wore a nervous smile, fell mute in his presence. He…

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 What is beneath The waters, sorrow The last release As if this was Or could not be Of some thought cold A desire 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 killers came   he did what we all do he breathed then the killers took his breath away   we know the killers cannot see…

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 89 words, and it’s not 91 words.  This piece, prose or poetry, or any hybrid you want to try, can be only 90 words EXACTLY….