A stream of consciousness from a found journal entry.
Jacklin FarleyPoetry
Jacklin Farley I will always love you, Burt Reynolds, even whilst clinging to the foot of the stairs leading into this now empty country parlor, in this now vacant farmhouse just outside the county limits of your well-intentioned, home-grown-American, damned near stupid conservative small town. I will always love you in the silence of […]
Katie Jean ShinkleFiction
Lee AndersonNonfiction
Harry BurkeInterview
Ashley GarrettFiction