Prose & Cons

She wasn’t sure what time it was. She was wearing a yellow dress. It must have been early in the day because her makeup was…

Bring our troops home Is a type of joke all it’s own Because all we’ve ever known is war. Developments are two steps back, And…

We all sat there on the grass. The sun was still out in its early September manner but was hidden behind a few clouds almost…

I am the spirit of pollination that possesses the birds and the bees, the winds and trees to revitalize the earth. I am the spark…

I have known the wild vastness of the night in el pueblo When he’s drunk and he’s dangerous and he’s throwing bottles of presidentes against…

Sometimes stuff happens, tragedies you can’t control. All you have left are memories of the good times, the jokes, the days spent. But the memories…

One night, Ida sees moonlight leaking through the window past the fluorescent television screen mounted to the plain, cream-colored walls. It digs its ephemeral hooks…

“This is the third time, why do I keep letting this happen?” “You’re not letting it happen.” You were: boring, didn’t give enough, selfish and…

Writers are supposed to dwell Hunchbacked in the shadows Hidden in the corners of coffee shops and cafés Sipping our lattes with frightened lips Observing…

“Catch me if you can!” I yelled, running into the forest. “Bailey, wait up! I can’t run that fast!” My little legs pumped and moved…