John Lennon tells me these things, and it’s possible that John is the devil. I can tell by the way he stares out so intently from the poster.
It took us close to an hour, but I managed to knock the bat to the floor with the broom, causing a slapping sound that made my stomach tighten. Emily covered the animal with an upside-down garbage bin, which I then pushed, slowly, out the door and onto the side porch. We heard the bat… Continue reading “Brick” by William Bradley
Why Didn’t He? The suspect was a black male running from the parking lot of a liquor store. He looked to my police sergeant father like a teenager. Maybe all he was fleeing was the screeching police car, or maybe he had been involved in a crime. Either way, when my father yelled “Halt, police”… Continue reading “He Didn’t Shoot” by E.K. Gordon
For twelve years we attended chapel at the little rectangular school on Oak Street. We sang songs about God carrying us. We prayed for our enemies. We joined hands in unity. There, we were taught that evolution didn’t exist. In a beautiful garden, humanity breathed life from the dust of the earth. Our DNA mirrored… Continue reading “Adaptation” by Rori Leigh Hoatlin