Category Archives: Fiction

He is the only child of two only children who met at a Kenny Rogers concert. He insisted on wearing a plain white t-shirt on his first day of kindergarten, and made it to the school without having to put … Continue reading →

Sometimes when I’m walking home from work, I’ll see a guy I call Scarecrow.  Most of the times I’ve seen him, he stands in the strip of grass by the fence that separates Fulton Street from I-70, on the east … Continue reading →