Green is the Color of Loss

It’s a beautiful day outside. The sky is that particular shade of blue only ever found in a Wyoming…

A Third-Person Autobiographical Disaterrific Account of My Life With Grief

Was she happy? Goddamn straight she was.

Her sister was the example by which she didn’t set her life

She liked horses, and her sister was dragged along

How did she get from there to here?

Mrs. William Winthrop scurried after her husband onto the lot, one hand raised to keep her best pillbox hat from…

When the wildfire leaps the dry river and sears through the east side of town no one will be bothered.…

5 minutes, five, that’s all I’m giving you, honey, Ardashir says as he hurries through the bedroom. Liam stands over…

I know, I know. I shoulda known better. I shouldn’t have gone to the witch. I shouldn’t have…

Elijah Stone knelt at the back of his closet and waited for his mom to go away. All afternoon…