A stream of consciousness from a found journal entry.
Jacqueline DoyleNonfiction
Jacqueline Doyle Let’s say there was a beautiful boy when you were sixteen. Tall and skinny in the way of adolescent boys, he had long eyelashes and smelled like Old Spice deodorant. His bare skin felt very warm when you buried your face in his chest. The two of you spent every afternoon after […]
Nick MandernachFiction
Joe WilkinsPoetry
Terry GodbeyPoetry
Naomi Gordon-LoeblNonfiction