Poetry / Uncategorized

Lake Erie Reflects the Fading Sky

I didn’t stop cause I wanted to, it wasn’t some planned thing,  well, maybe the sun was dead   set on its planned time to retreat, …

Fiction

Cheers

Bernie Wolski snapped the broom handle into the holder that hung just inside the tiny closet with the other cleaning supplies. No need to get…

Nonfiction

Down in Florida

The turning of things into another type of themselves; the moment of transition, which is endless and always coming, never done; the churning, changing, momentous…

First Friday Interviews / First Friday Series

The Men We Pretend To Be

Interview with Michael Gray about The Space Between Now and Then  Michael Gray appears on Zoom idly strumming a guitar, which he proceeds to hold…

Narrative Map Project / Nonfiction

From Back Yard to Front Porch: How Lakewood, Ohio Moved a Great Lake

Have you experienced a sunset where humans applaud as the final trace of the sun disappears on the horizon? I’ve only experienced such an ovation…